(we made love, I think. affection
and attraction in equal parts)
stood in the kitchen. him - waiting
for the kettle. me - washing up
I remember the pressure of him -
hand cupping my ass-cheek
fingers pressing perfectly around
the seams of my jeans
an instinctive, rhythmic grind - a wave
I couldn’t stop if I tried
voices, footfalls. the space that formed
between us then - a quiet lie
that’s the memory that sticks, like the
tiny, star-shaped seeds
my girl friends threw around on the
playing field at lunchtime
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 12:03 PM UTC
(we made love, I think. affection
and attraction in equal parts)
stood in the kitchen. him - waiting
for the kettle. me - washing up
I remember the pressure of him -
hand cupping my ass-cheek
fingers pressing perfectly around
the seams of my jeans
an instinctive, rhythmic grind - a wave
I couldn’t stop if I tried
voices, footfalls. the space that formed
between us then - a quiet lie
that’s the memory that sticks, like the
tiny, star-shaped seeds
my girl friends threw around on the
playing field at lunchtime
