January 4

Arm hooked around ribs, I pull you, loving charm,
up and into me, full depth of my nose cupped
to your neck, hateful of oxygen, whose pale hue

thins your scent. By will alone will skin
be pulled from skin, by alert, by need,
grunt or nose of some we-loved beast. Front
facing… blue… full… live… embraced.

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