i realized i missed the wind
the moment the cold hit my lips
i've been fantasizing nightly
about head against chest
heartbeats keeping time with
the chirping of cicadas outside
i'm not used to missing hipbones
and legs intertwined
and a hand behind my knee
but as far as you're concerned
my weight in your lap,
one hand in my hair
and the other on my hip
very close
(i miss being very close)
your exhale and my inhale
and vice versa
i crave close
i don't know who i am anymore
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
i realized i missed the wind
the moment the cold hit my lips
i've been fantasizing nightly
about head against chest
heartbeats keeping time with
the chirping of cicadas outside
i'm not used to missing hipbones
and legs intertwined
and a hand behind my knee
but as far as you're concerned
my weight in your lap,
one hand in my hair
and the other on my hip
very close
(i miss being very close)
your exhale and my inhale
and vice versa
i crave close
i don't know who i am anymore
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