You hold
my face
against yours
I say, "Is this love?"
You say, "no."
Thank God.
I imagined love would be more
magnetic
than dying.
Not really dying,
just
losing a life.
Held against you,
You do not say
Do not cry
because
there is not a chance
that I would
and not
because you
comfort me.
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