There was nothing else to write about today.

October 21, 2009

 

Limbs intertwined, we fit perfectly.

Two pieces of a perfect puzzle

we’ve already solved.

Our movements in sync, like

we’ve rehearsed them for years

and I could lay right here,

frigid feet wedged between legs

warm breath just below the back

of my neck.

If only,

you

could stay.

 

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