Poetry / Every Part

play me all your favorite sad and slow songs
hold me in your arms and say those words again
I’ll look into your eyes and trace patterns on your skin
there’s not an inch of you I’m not in love with

I find myself always wishing you were here
and, oh, how time crawls without you
may my heart always hold a special place for you
there’s not an inch of you I’m not in love with

we never really have to say a thing
our biology carries on a conversation of its own
the movement of your chest and the curve of your lips
there’s not an inch of you I’m not in love with

your eyes closed and breathing slow
and my hands buried in your messy curls
tell me I’m not alone in this foolishness
there’s not an inch of you I’m not in love with

fingers, knees, collarbones and earlobes
there’s not an inch of you I’m not in love with

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