I want you to remember how dear you are.
Even when we do not speak,
even when you trail in my mind
and I,
somehow, do not feel your aching.
I do not mean to forget your virtue,
coconut flesh so easily consumed,
or your youngness, that wants for love.
So easily distracted by wine&wiskey,
and men that crack skin, like twigs.
You know I am always just a prick away,
so that you may remind me,
that being apart is painful.

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