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[childisgone]

i kind of like this. it's emotional. and meaningful to me.

"our obituary"

I remember your fingers
and hands. Vivid. Powerful.
The way your pinky curved slightly left
and the bulge of that vein running
from wrist to knuckle.
The width of your palm and
the feel of you tracing your fingertip
over the bone of my hip

I remember your caresses, your
subtle, even accidental, connections
of skin to skin. Yours to mine.

I recall you overpowering me.
Throwing me down,
holding me, moving against me.
Kissing me, rough, unloving.
The softness of your lips
disguised by a raw desire
to be satisfied.

I do not remember exactly
the moments that followed.
They are unimportant to me.
Instead, I hold onto the details
filled with sweat, noise,
throbbing, tangled blankets,
and tousled hair. The minutes
following when the softness
returned to your lips and it felt
like you cared.

I could not draw your body
from memory, I could not remember
the curve to your back or the
exact shape of your collarbone,
but god, I could draw your hands
like nothing in the world mattered
except how they touched me.