this


sweat seeps into sheets
and the taste of salt on skin is body sweet
i wake up to soft knowing smiles
and mild morning kisses
lips and finger tips aroused
to echos of indulgences

as hours follow separation
a scent lingers in hair, sheets, skin
and with each little waft
i breath a little longer
i fall a little deeper

but it’s not love/loving/love making i’m craving
it’s not a relationship i’m seeking
it’s this:
somehow, in the madness,
i have found a place for both
happiness and contentment.

it’s healing.
it’s him. it’s you.
it’s this.this.
this.

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