these are the days
of damp hair and mussed sheets,
the intoxication of scent and sound
as they seep into my skin
every gesture is heavy,
moving slowly through the
thickened air that
catches our words and holds them still
so that we can pause and truly understand them
the tips of my fingers push gently across
the plane of your nails
and up your forearm with its constantly
surprising amount of fur
and slowly I learn what it is to be
completely with someone--
no distractions.
only this.
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