my thumb digs into your palm,
presses with
slow
even
pressure
as i hold on to something
building
inevitably
with fierce
fervent urgency,
i cannot let go.
you unfold to
remember me
as we once were,
but never quite
from the same perspective
as my thumb,
pushing in
on the core of your fist,
forces intimacy
where we always chased it out.
my hand is fixed in yours now
glued together
to get my grip,
heavy crushing
your breathing
and you amplify
my own.
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