Postscript

Had I known better,

would I have  not held you closer -

let you breathe your own breaths 

not stolen with my tongue 

strips of yours, wet.

Had you not held me so close 

throbbing organs bursting forth, 

my rashes on your skin.

And before my day begins, 

I get to lie close to you-in my head
and bring you into my dreams

never having needed to flee, before,

from myself so secretively.

Would it have been easier, 

when I knew I had to, to let go ?