your skin was smooth under my fingertips
as i traced the veins that were held back by pale skin
the heavy smell of your cologne left me drunk
and the ghostly presence of your hand at the small of my back
caused me to shiver and move closer in the small space your mattress provided
your bedroom window was open, the sounds of the city just outside filled the silence we laid in
"i'm sorry for the tear stains on your favorite grey t shirt and i'm sorry i made  you get up at 2 in the morning" my apologizes you brushed off, telling me that you didn't mind the stains because you always wanted a part of me with you
and that you were already awake when i crawled into your bed
and then you kissed the bruise on my right cheek, your lips careful not to be too heavy and you kissed the scratches on my arms and you wiped the blood away and promised that the boy who did this to me would rue the day
and i sighed, burying my head in your neck and listening to the sound of ambulances and cars moving down the streets and to the sound of you humming a lullaby in my ear, trying to steady the beating of my heart
so i moved closer to feel yours, memories of the previous hour appeared no more
away in your bed