I'd think until it hurts my head
Enough to make me want to bury
The pain and a kiss someplace
Colder than the
windowpane that hid
Our limbs in a tight lattice
But never hotter than
The fever pitch of your hot,
hot breath blowing across
my sternum
Bones may splinter but
Hearts can only hope to throb
For more than the preservation
Of life without love 
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