collarbones
I bask in the comfort of your closeness
limbs a tangled mess
skin sticky with last night's memories
not real
traces of a touch lingering
burning, almost painful
with each exhale you drift further away
I inhale
then hold my breath to keep you
the scent that lives in that hollow
where your collarbones meet
holds the very essence of you
contently trapped here
by the thought of your arm
resting heavy over me
until the morning light
bursts the bubble
the dream lost
© coldscars
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