... When I say, 'I love you.'
I am lying.
What I am really saying
Is that every breath starts
And ends with your name.
Every exhale has a whisp
Of your soft touch and
A hint of your sweet taste.
There is no life in me
Apart from a life with you.
You consume me, entomb me
In the crevasse of your heart.
Lock me in the catacombs of your soul.
Leave me in the crypts of
Your everlasting embrace.
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