I like the way
you cannot smile quietly
I like the way
you make love to me without a sound
how your kiss
is the warmest morning I know
and how I cannot sleep now
without writing this down
without wanting you here
holding onto my back, your face in my shoulder
your smile in my spine
something akin to yours in my bones in the mystery of my veins and my blood
I like the way
you ask for nothing
deserving
…everything?
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