YOURS, TRULY

Forehead to the ground,
curled into myself,
you are surrounding me
like a tortoise shell,
spread over my back
like a parachute.

I am tepid water,
stagnant and stale.
You are a spring
that overwhelms,
like light cutting through
a musky room.

You are a whisper,
a lilt, a shiver,
when I stop wrestling
and let myself sprawl.
Tell me who you are:
My Yours, truly.

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