liminal

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slowly, slowly count the breaths
between my ribs.

i listen to our silences.

they flutter, like eyelashes on silver-touched bodies,
the ghosts of last night dissolving into 
the light of morning.

blue-grey, and
your hands are ice.

i shudder, but deep down,
i like this feeling:
your hands on mine,
threading, tying, burrowing—

becoming

something not quite me,
and not quite you.

the morning holds no memory of what came before it, so

decipher me,
slowly, slowly.

take me apart— down to the sinew,
and braid yourself into the seams.

i exhale, my blood humming with you, and you—

thumb through the pages, marking your favorite lines.
you recite them—eyes closed, breath caught

from memory.

;

unmake me, 
my darling 

slowly, slowly

we have time.