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The story in all our livesthat first timeeyes fell into eyesspanning and speaking a truth. The music playsfor hours nowI can watchthe girl swayships move side to sidea tribal verse she speaks a perfect dialect. A finger,her finger,draws me close. Against her,her perfume envelopestaking the air we sharewith each and every breathI memorize her formeach…

There’s no real needto ever ask about the imaginary lines. Love and that softnesswe want those affections twisted across the restlessnessa wanting needto satisfy the cravingswhen you crawlon purpose or otherwisemy addiction grabs hold. We’re tired tightly,you and I,and our forbidden wordsgo against the lightsthat highlight our sensitive skinand pretty flaws. Last night was trulybreathless…

The lost hoursthe expectation in wantingto travel and get awaylove’s attention begs,she says,“Take me with you.”Travel timeis now upon us bothhands grip each other in a waythat mirrors the wantclutched up closewe store our bags away. Comfortabley awayfrom coach. You place in my handa remote. Her playful smilereturns.

Someway, somehowI found myselfFalling. Someway, somehowYou caught meit wasn’t untilyou kissed meI knewyou were the girl. Ancient expectationscame when I asked youto make our perfect contractI calledand you followedme. Just mebecause thesefirst timesrest quietly,waiting,for someone to answer. Only you. Just you,falling forwardwhisperingthe forbidden wordsin a languageI had to learn. All you askedis that I prayalongside…

The hour swayedClose against your voiceI promise to follow youup to that edgecome, let’s jump. The air pulls luring you back ineyes lock onto beautyjust like beforewe’re here againin love. The focus is stronger nowtaking what I’ve missedclaiming the girlhealed palms to fistsI take her wristsstretched on tiptoesshe crawls forwardI want thisher mouth begs. Centeredon…