The Heat of Your Ribs

You and I

inside the white threads.

The mole

on your neck pulling me close.

Your silence

settles in me.

Your hand

wrapped cold.

Mine

wrapped your heat.

Your lips

painted a lie.

Mine

painted acceptance.

Your hands around me—

locked.

Mine

locked before you.

White threads

release us.

I think

you left me.

You did.

Your voice.

The heat of your ribs.

They stay in me.