i rest his head to my bossom.
he cries. my lover cries.
my rib cage drinks his tears.
he cries. my lover cries.
i rub his back, kiss his hair.
tighten fingers over his shoulder.
he looks me in my eyes,
then on my lips,
eyes again,
now lips.
i hold his lips.
with my lips.
his tears touch the mole
above my lip. he cries.
my lover cries.
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