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[forlivingonly]

quite now, don't say a thing
it's always in the dark that these things happen
i like the look on your face, quiet desperation
and so much wanting, searching, finding
here, in the next room over
we'll bring ourselves across the gap
we'll hold hands and move our legs, but barely
our knees knock together, we breathe in rhythm
this night will follow me around
for a long while, for so long
the ceiling fan hums softly
your hands on the back of my neck
my hands on yours, searching, finding
three or four years building
now, and surging forward
this is nice, this is easy
and days later i have found myself
thinking only of your eyes
i hope they stay so clear
and you come around sooner
rather than later, so soon
but i have no problem with the waiting
quiet now

but i could sing for days