Old Love 

I often think about 

The nettle stings on your legs

when I pushed you from my lips.

I didn’t want anyone to see us

Locked together, in love.

Even then I was afraid of what bound us

and even now 

I’m still thinking about then

and your prickled calves

hands shaking but my mouth laughing

and all of my body was wrecked.

Tense and stretched from my stomach

that pull, the tether that connected us.

But now I don’t feel you 

pulling back.

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