im thinking about him. im missing him to the tune of the A/C hum. im imagining the feeling of his chest against my cheek, the scent of him as i gently rub my face in the soft hair there. faint sesame and other sweetnesses.
his skin is silky smooth and when i touch it i wanna right away touch it some more
i miss his smile and the sparkle in his eyes as he tilts my head back and kisses my mouth
things go to black in such a different way than they went to black before
there are whole worlds of happiness
a galaxy that opens up in his arms
a watercolor shady lane of beating, growing, destroying parts
hes got a woman
whose a true boy--
playful with her ass up and cartoons on
mute.
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