The Last Night

Poem

I pressed myself into your body
Trying to create an imprint in my mind of what you felt like
Smelled like
Were like
To last me the next 10,000 years
Of the bristling hairs on the back of your neck
The spot on your mid-back
The break in your shoulder tattoo
The dip above your hipbone
The taste of your conditioner
The smell of your brow sweat
How you fit to me as a puzzle piece
Interwoven limbs
Tangled by history
Then lost forever

more by KRISTEN GREEN

photograph by Camila Cordeiro

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