it weakens me.
joints, constructed to
keep me
afloat in this
undertoe air,
collapse as i am brought to
the
ground.
knees meet the laminate
with a quiet kiss,
trails of salt
and water
and salty water
journey down my
s
p
i
n
e.
a promise(a suggestion)
breathed in between
contact.
kept.
delivered.
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