Linguistics

I miss
kisses.
I miss
the taste of
lips on lips.
I miss
the hunger in your eyes
and the warmth of your hands.
I miss
the violence of your love,
the way your teeth would sink in,
the way I could hear the growl
in the back of your throat.
I don’t know
how to make sense
of the love you give me,
or how to give it back,
but no matter how hard you hit me,
or how much I bleed,
I promise
I will find a way
to share love with you,
in the language you have taught me.

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