At the point
Of breaking
I feel
Your breath
On my neck;
That divine
Moist sweetness.
My breaking
Halts
I fall
To my knees.
It is here
The earth
Beneath
My bruised legs
It is here
Face buried
In bloodied hands
It is here
That I decide
To unbreak
The broken
Inside
This self.
It is here
I feel
Your breath
On my neck;
That divine
Moist sweetness.
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