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Nighttime kisses, remembered for months as some of the best kisses lovers ever kissed. Three years later, still remembering the newness of textures in a Chicago hotel room. Surprise with roughness. A satin robe and the softest I've ever been held. The tears that still confuse me. Dark hours of healing and an abiding friend. Does my heart feel this full? It does. It does. Warm ears hours afterward, and that first night, wearing every muscle out with necessity of connection. Songs over the telephone. Welcome, unwelcome. First sight, on a divided highway and so ridiculously, the Big Boy parking lot. First date, a curious health food store, and fairies. You told me I am of gossamer, silk, spun sugar, and glass. Learning each time over. Three years are past. Inventing time together. Dates in coffee-shops. Libraries, mountains, dolphins. My memories of you. Corners of my city, threads of you tucked at each point, leading back to the center of me.