it feels like I will never see you again
it saddens and scares me beyond words

i miss the weight of my man
the warmth of his skin as his molds into mine
how he gently pulls the hair at the nape of my neck when he kisses me, and then pulls harder when…
the slight salt of his skin on my tongue and lips, his taste
when he traces my features with his fingertips, learns my textures
and goddamn his eyes, he sees my soul

i miss the weight of my man

"we sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken."

I will shape myself into your pocket. Invisible. Do what you want.

and just like that, the space which i’ve been keeping for you is no longer for you

you’ve tied me up, as one of your loose ends

and i you

soft.

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touch is almost illusory 
when fingertips flit like 
hummingbird wings and
breaths are soft as a
spring breeze slipped
over sun washed skin.