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i have howled outside your door too long, strung between the confines of history and the strain of my new heart. when i am quiet i imagine your mouth on my skin, on my skin. your fingers pulling me taut against the confines of myself. the way my body welcomes you. hear me and your name, taste me on your tongue, feel me in and around you. the delicate combinations only you know how to seek. i can't remember if i existed before this moment when my identity and my dreams await the crest of your mouth. tie me to your trajectory, lash me hard against the promise of my youth. the beat of my heart separates old blood from new and puddles at your feet. where were you before me, where was dawn before this heat? thrown free in the wide waters of hope i trade on the tide of your gravity, swept into safe harbor at last.