I clot you

Opening old scars
you climb in through the cuts,
stitching the skin back together
as you go.
Lacing your veins through my fingers
any slight movement could
Blood and love would leak onto this floor.
Swallowing platelets
you clot in my throat.
Peeling the scab from the trachea,
I can breath again.
Sucking you in
every word you whisper
oxygenates my blood.

It is when you kiss my feet
that I know you love me.

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