every day is a holiday just for us – all tied with a red bow and feeling of smooth possibility. each ache for you coming untied with innocent anxiety. smell the many thoughts of you on my clean skin? see the bright thrill in my eyes dancing from your mutual gaze?
oh, sweet dear – i am yours. in ways i’ve never been anyone’s – closer without touches, even. (here’s a marker for you to write your name on my foot.) bite my lower lip as i pull on my sweater to prepare for the cold…oh my. emerald shroud conceals the seasons ahead.
i’m not afraid of being alone – i’m just afraid of a reality without you.
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