Wednesday, April 23, 2014

i felt my pulse rise to your hand like the 
tide to the moon.
breathing, a tiny bed, an indiscriminate hour in the 
early morning. 
the feeling of melding, bonding, like some invisible web was
being spun from me to you,
you to me.
pinpoint the exact moment i changed you, nudged my way into your heart and settled like a
cat in the sun, decide if you'd ever
go back and do it differently-
i wouldn't

warm towels from the dryer, the skin on your hip sweet with sweat-
i thought to myself that there are worse things to be than
human

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