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“It looks like a sex-tornado
came through here,” he jokes
as we mingle legs and braid fingers,
surfacing from the depths
of each other’s bodies
to take stock of the shucked clothes
hanging limp from dresser drawers,
the sheets bucked off the bed,
leaving it satin and half-naked beneath us.

Curled into the hollow of his arm and body,
I card slow fingers through the black hair of his chest,
head on the heart that has been beating
nine years longer than mine,
think of all the sunsets lost
in the gray folds of his brain,
the 3,287 days I was not alive to remember.
I kiss his stubbled jaw and beneath my tongue
I breathe the heat of him, his hunger
a musk of not-
-forever.

Description
“It looks like a sex-tornado
came through here,” he jokes
as we mingle legs and braid fingers,
surfacing from the depths
of each other’s bodies
to take stock of the shucked clothes
hanging limp from dresser drawers,
the sheets bucked off the bed,
leaving it satin and half-naked beneath us.

Curled into the hollow of his arm and body,
I card slow fingers through the black hair of his chest,
head on the heart that has been beating
nine years longer than mine,
think of all the sunsets lost
in the gray folds of his brain,
the 3,287 days I was not alive to remember.
I kiss his stubbled jaw and beneath my tongue
I breathe the heat of him, his hunger
a musk of not-
-forever.