The crevice of my ear still carries the hint of your breath,
shoulders bear the weight of bruising

Your grip is stencilled into flesh, yet
fingertips trace a trajectory of the spine with unbearable lightness

A forensic nightmare, my body the whistle-blower
of surrendered intimacies and forbidden trespasses

The feral scent of our lovemaking shrouds like a mist
Stray dogs follow me home.

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