(would be said)

I.
Trying not to
think about
How it feels at night
Your skin, mine

i.
How good it feels
To be so tied
At the soul and mind
Unbreakable

ii.
How lost then
In silent bribe accepting
To cut my tongue
Sake of your peace

II.
I’ll never stop wanting
To mimic your [love]
In my blood and flesh
I die on this.