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David
I want to press you right into my rib cage
And keep you wedged between my lungs
and my heart
I don’t know exactly how safe it is in there
But I think you’d like it anyway
You seem to favour tight spaces
And you like having your head in the dark
I can see you making a nest of me
Sprawled amongst stolen things in my torso
Your silly elbow making a lump in my throat
You have always slept in the strangest positions
And I would probably think that it was so sweet
Even if my shoulders started to ache
Your play is my panic attack
And even though excitement comes easy to you
Gravity overcomes you far more often
You carry the burden of it upon your very ears
While the weight of you inside my chest
Drags me onto my knees

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David
I want to press you right into my rib cage
And keep you wedged between my lungs
and my heart
I don’t know exactly how safe it is in there
But I think you’d like it anyway
You seem to favour tight spaces
And you like having your head in the dark
I can see you making a nest of me
Sprawled amongst stolen things in my torso
Your silly elbow making a lump in my throat
You have always slept in the strangest positions
And I would probably think that it was so sweet
Even if my shoulders started to ache
Your play is my panic attack
And even though excitement comes easy to you
Gravity overcomes you far more often
You carry the burden of it upon your very ears
While the weight of you inside my chest
Drags me onto my knees