le sigh (again)
kissing him is like a long walk home, using teeth as ladders, hipbones as footholds. i have been watching my body grow out of my control - the only time i can feel any edge to it is when i'm in his hands. while clothed, while grocery shopping or simply laying side by side, i feel unwieldy, like a mountain; melting snow and landslides. i could fix this, but he would know. i could fix this, but he would know. oh, my heart and my body. always playing musical chairs.
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