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I smell like him.
saturated in his scent.
He curled himself around me and whispered, "happy birthday"
my whole body shakes.
"your friendship," he starts
going on as though i swept in and rescued him from his demons.
"The bad place", he calls it, as we lay tangled in each other's limbs,
and i struggle to accept anything negative about the man i am doomed to always love.
This is my favorite.
breath hot on my neck
arms wrapped around me
fingertips weaving through my own
bodies adapting to each others.
" i have a hard time fighting desire," he says
i am imagining the thousands of ways we have never kissed.
"but. you do." i sigh into his shoulder.
( i offer no desire?)
hand
stretches across my hips
pianos, and love, and everything between us is MAGIC! that only I can see.
I wonder (every moment) if he ever feels the same urge to kiss me, love me,
hold hands and stagger together into the sunset.