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I became so scared of hurting you that I stopped wanting to touch you, and now I just wait for other things to do it for me. A sapling has reached puberty greening its leaves while an old oak dies, limbs creating air around your face almost like wind but more like breath: it is syrupy stuck to your chest hair. I do not need anything more than the knowledge of how my cotton slip would pull against you, or how your skin reacts when it is about to rain – how the clouds react for you. Without me you can feel how promises begin to feel like sea foam and why when you wake up in my bed every morning, it is because I whispered an apology too loudly and little vibrations touched something in your ear. I am sorry for that, too – sorry for the times we forgot to take our glasses off before you were on top of me sorry that it takes less than a month for a habit to form but years to break them which is why I still want to touch you before someone else can show you how walking barefoot boosts your immunity system.
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
i still want to touch you
I became so scared of hurting you that I stopped wanting to touch you, and now I just wait for other things to do it for me. A sapling has reached puberty greening its leaves while an old oak dies, limbs creating air around your face almost like wind but more like breath: it is syrupy stuck to your chest hair. I do not need anything more than the knowledge of how my cotton slip would pull against you, or how your skin reacts when it is about to rain – how the clouds react for you. Without me you can feel how promises begin to feel like sea foam and why when you wake up in my bed every morning, it is because I whispered an apology too loudly and little vibrations touched something in your ear. I am sorry for that, too – sorry for the times we forgot to take our glasses off before you were on top of me sorry that it takes less than a month for a habit to form but years to break them which is why I still want to touch you before someone else can show you how walking barefoot boosts your immunity system.
sarina
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
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