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Description
her neck
shadowed
yet glowing, her skin
is always afire
for me.
i trace
the lines
up, her jaw
is soft and
clicking,
a ck ck ck
for every
light breath
through
my fingers.
these tiny times
i cherish
more than any,
when,
unabashedly,
she allows
my reign
a freedom
never experienced
previously.
she lets me
love.

her hair
weightless
straight and
soft,
her eyelashes
almost antique
with their
timeless
doll's flicker.
i can see
my favourite colour
in her eye,
seems
to me
to be
richer
on her.

i have never been more focused as in this moment,
(du bist strahlend in jeder weise,
überschreitet alles,
sprachbarrieren inkludiert)
when the whole world breathes
and finally i know what it is to love

(liebst du mich? weil ich dich liebe...)

entirely.

---

when you leaned up
against the car this morning,
i kissed you on the cheek.
even as my
lips strained for your neck,
but I couldn't so
the winter air helped me
keep my cool.
i said goodbye
and watched from my front window
(behind the curtains
even though
i knew you knew)
until i could barely make out
the tail lights, jolting up and down
as you braved the icy roads.

i dumped your coffee in the sink
and put on my day clothes.

---

it starts one
morning,
when i wake up
naked
and you're not there.
it starts with one
sigh, and that
ring of doubt
lining your iris,
one little stab of
weariness
after another.
it starts
where you stopped,
in the realm of
chocolates and
flowers and
two-dollar flicks
after dinner,
dancing to the cure-
singing about
the perfect girl
and meaning it.

it ends
when the swear jar
is filling by the day
(i curse in a different language
so you can't throw my own
words back against me).
it ends too quickly,
like a natural disaster,
one that picks up lives
and flings them off
in all different directions,
until kansas
and your glowing skin
seem like whole dreams away.
it ends clean,
not a tear shed,
not a shred of regret,
not a topic uncovered
nor a word unspoken.

we walk away with the same brisk pace, and matching solid steps.

i look back when you don't.

---

i don't drink as much as i used to,
but i don't sing as often
either.

tonight
i watch our old records spin
and breathe in the music
until the fumes make me queasy.
i sleep with you
heavy on my mind.

tomorrow
you're coming back
to pick up your mirror,
your wicker chair,
and your kitchen appliances.
this house will be
far from empty
when you leave.

i hope.

i can do that now.

but tonight,
i dream
of the juncture
where you were
my perfect girl,
and i smile.

exhale silk.

fresh, smooth, unfaltering
breath.

Description
her neck
shadowed
yet glowing, her skin
is always afire
for me.
i trace
the lines
up, her jaw
is soft and
clicking,
a ck ck ck
for every
light breath
through
my fingers.
these tiny times
i cherish
more than any,
when,
unabashedly,
she allows
my reign
a freedom
never experienced
previously.
she lets me
love.

her hair
weightless
straight and
soft,
her eyelashes
almost antique
with their
timeless
doll's flicker.
i can see
my favourite colour
in her eye,
seems
to me
to be
richer
on her.

i have never been more focused as in this moment,
(du bist strahlend in jeder weise,
überschreitet alles,
sprachbarrieren inkludiert)
when the whole world breathes
and finally i know what it is to love

(liebst du mich? weil ich dich liebe...)

entirely.

---

when you leaned up
against the car this morning,
i kissed you on the cheek.
even as my
lips strained for your neck,
but I couldn't so
the winter air helped me
keep my cool.
i said goodbye
and watched from my front window
(behind the curtains
even though
i knew you knew)
until i could barely make out
the tail lights, jolting up and down
as you braved the icy roads.

i dumped your coffee in the sink
and put on my day clothes.

---

it starts one
morning,
when i wake up
naked
and you're not there.
it starts with one
sigh, and that
ring of doubt
lining your iris,
one little stab of
weariness
after another.
it starts
where you stopped,
in the realm of
chocolates and
flowers and
two-dollar flicks
after dinner,
dancing to the cure-
singing about
the perfect girl
and meaning it.

it ends
when the swear jar
is filling by the day
(i curse in a different language
so you can't throw my own
words back against me).
it ends too quickly,
like a natural disaster,
one that picks up lives
and flings them off
in all different directions,
until kansas
and your glowing skin
seem like whole dreams away.
it ends clean,
not a tear shed,
not a shred of regret,
not a topic uncovered
nor a word unspoken.

we walk away with the same brisk pace, and matching solid steps.

i look back when you don't.

---

i don't drink as much as i used to,
but i don't sing as often
either.

tonight
i watch our old records spin
and breathe in the music
until the fumes make me queasy.
i sleep with you
heavy on my mind.

tomorrow
you're coming back
to pick up your mirror,
your wicker chair,
and your kitchen appliances.
this house will be
far from empty
when you leave.

i hope.

i can do that now.

but tonight,
i dream
of the juncture
where you were
my perfect girl,
and i smile.

exhale silk.

fresh, smooth, unfaltering
breath.