Knowing 14

The gravitational pull of this strange attraction
draws me to your side
through walls and time,
night and distance.
To your side and closer,
I fall through your ribs,
long bones cracking to fit through the bars,
and come to rest under your heart.
Blind and deaf and dumb,
my senses sieved from me
in passing through your walls,
I melt into you,
alloying your pain with my own.

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