Movements of the Sun

The rhythm of your heartbeat plays
as the sun sets.
The sound trembles in patterns
that resemble closely
the swelling love
that busts seams
and runs a course
through my spine.
With every sunrise
I smell your skin wrapped tightly
around my body,
and my soul cries
. . .you found him.
My heart whispers
. . .you need him.
I fill my lungs with every ounce
of your breath,
holding you in like the finest drug
I never want to exhale.
When I have no choice
but to let you escape my lips
the wind tears the words from my chest
and tells the world what I’ve known,
since the very first moment
you touched me. . .
I need you.
I need you.
I need you.

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