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I'd never breathed another's air
or touched someone with savoir-faire
you my only whom I chose
in all full-flawed man glory, I suppose
you know the story.
How do I know?
But I met the frothy mirror at my cup's depths,
where the jostling cold gnawed
and hollowed my warmth -
and a boy laid down his body

-I bend myself around bodies
And I forget that I forget their name
so I may laze in pools of languid dreams,
close my eyes and remember when it was
your breath beneath my lips
your fluttered hands drifting to dip
and I am lying to myself – I know
I scream inside against the glowing craft

there was warmth in your presence
a gleam of summer-smiles that seeped out through
your humming hands across my back
bringing me back
to the horizon line where your heart peeped.

And these hands are stiff, engorged translucence
that fumble across me like rocks down throats,
mouth mumbling against mine, driven,
yet down a path I'd never fly.
There is no glimpse of you inside this
fabricated parody of what we once had
glistening between us back in summer, see -

and now back in bed like every night starts,
I turn to the only habit I cannot seem to break -
my sheets rustle sleepily of our fragile tranquility,
hesitantly reminding me
that you and me, we seem to be -
regarding eligibility -
a match ignited, never quenched of
unslaked quivering need.

Description
I'd never breathed another's air
or touched someone with savoir-faire
you my only whom I chose
in all full-flawed man glory, I suppose
you know the story.
How do I know?
But I met the frothy mirror at my cup's depths,
where the jostling cold gnawed
and hollowed my warmth -
and a boy laid down his body

-I bend myself around bodies
And I forget that I forget their name
so I may laze in pools of languid dreams,
close my eyes and remember when it was
your breath beneath my lips
your fluttered hands drifting to dip
and I am lying to myself – I know
I scream inside against the glowing craft

there was warmth in your presence
a gleam of summer-smiles that seeped out through
your humming hands across my back
bringing me back
to the horizon line where your heart peeped.

And these hands are stiff, engorged translucence
that fumble across me like rocks down throats,
mouth mumbling against mine, driven,
yet down a path I'd never fly.
There is no glimpse of you inside this
fabricated parody of what we once had
glistening between us back in summer, see -

and now back in bed like every night starts,
I turn to the only habit I cannot seem to break -
my sheets rustle sleepily of our fragile tranquility,
hesitantly reminding me
that you and me, we seem to be -
regarding eligibility -
a match ignited, never quenched of
unslaked quivering need.