Untitled sonnet

This sonnet-esque piece was born during a sleepless night recently. It's also inspired by one of my favorite poets, for simplicity and delicacy: Pablo Neruda. Whenever one wishes to be inspired to live in a moment with another, I suggest Neruda  Currently the poem is not finished, and there is no title.

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Don't go far, move not an inch
packing away your landscape from mine
because I hate missing your calloused fingers
wandering over my foreign newborn corpse.


I beg, don't turn away
your wide terra eyes from mine
because under their command will I come undone,
unraveling similarly when your hands demand my raw nakedness--
with that said, don't turn away your hands from mine.


I glide under your heavy hanging sky thirsty, and starved
over the peaks of your damp and musky breath.
I wither. I drip. I live by each brief encounter;
annihilated over each ending,
resurrected from waiting.


Please don't leave--because I will leave too,
in your suitcase, squeezed between dirty underwear and a toothbrush.
come, my darling, I don't belong there,
I can't be there.