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I miss kissing you | it's a poem, relax

I miss kissing you
I kiss missing you
I wish I had more
body parts to take
pictures for you
You who say apart
is the best part of
love because space
is where song rises
and what can sex
do that music can
not do a thousand
times better deeper
longer faster lighter
all at once all night 
I am mourning your 
spine holding vigil 
for your voice until
you glimmer sun-
cauled on the black
screen ask me to lie
back open uvula
wide and place a 
placeholder inside
my water will not
reach you reaching
for yourself — it is
empty of lyric it is
messier than Ana
it is a locked door
it is the wet floor
it is the more that 
more cannot fill