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There’s no real need
to ever ask 
about the imaginary lines. 
Love and that softness
we want those affections 
twisted across the restlessness
a wanting need
to satisfy the cravings
when you crawl
on purpose or otherwise
my addiction grabs hold.  
We’re tired tightly,
you and I,
and our forbidden words
go against the lights
that highlight 
our sensitive skin
and pretty flaws. 
Last night was truly
breathless in your arms
squeezed tightly. 
I could taste the perfume
on the backs of hands
that kissed each little hour
and from the start
all intentions were made
we could hear the rain
from the start. 
In that kind of silence
animal sounds are the attraction
please, yes, with me
she begs. 
Eyes sat frozen 
in the moment
in a blink of an eye
all was given away
she whispers,
“You’re my trust companion.”
Midnight hours
there were levels
of being underwater
the drowning
and then surviving
felt divine.