(and finger tipped shapes graze the thighs skin)
without caution
Here, below my
nothing.
bold brown eyes
staring.
you do not know why my breath turns blue
Ask again, please
no, this does not require permission
reach.
my hair dances at the sight of your flame
flame. or passion.
i swallow your flame, anxiously
and this is nothing like the first time we met
Accidents.
yes please, call them accidents
you (did) and not know how strong you were
sweat.
Through my sweat.
My body quivered and shook
together you both thought i was reactionary
friction.
you caused friction here.
i melted below the window
fibers.
tiny brown fibers sticking to my skin
my hips.
thief, you stole my 4 am hips
And are no longer
longer. you are. gone.
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