“Stepping into a doorway in my mind, this is where you live”
I remember meeting you on days like these. Searching for you under the barking bronze statue dog. Days of sweat and feeling hot under the collar, even though I never wore one. The air so thick, it’s hard to take in.
The air so thick with intent.
Us shuffling around each other for hours, me with all the things I wanted to say to you but knew you didn’t want to hear weighing heavy on my heart.
Declarations and hopes and regrets or questions.
And you with just one word shamefully trapped in your throat.
Sex.