1. 00:50 30th Aug 2010

    Notes: 2

    Tags: my poetry

    the gentle cycle; hold the bleach

    I stripped my bed. My mattress, stiff, cold, dissolves while I press my fist beneath my pillow and imagine the curve of your chest, my head on your shoulder, my fingers tracing love notes on your stomach, hips, thighs. I imagine you guessing at the letters, decoding messages like finding harmonies in wind chimes. I imagine the slight tang of sweat on your shoulder when I kiss your skin - not a peck, nothing with tongue, but a kiss that lingers while I breathe through my nose and keep your skin close to me, a constant, the variable defined, the foundation of acceptance while your mind, distracted, focuses on the things I can’t say, the letters we can’t decode.

     
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