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Permission to think
to explore what is and was always inside you.
Limited by the mind of another, so
he might capitalize
and institutionalize on what he couldn't do
himself.
Simple and honest
like gravity and oxygen.
Nothing makes since without you here.
I know as well as what hold me to the ground
that you are to be in my life
forever.
Lips parted so willingly
as the others passed across her neck.
Passion and lust so closely entwined
that the heat from their bodies
is beyond what their senses can accept.
Each edge of the bed felt like it was a million miles high.
I panicked as she turned over, rolling towards the side.
I knew the second that she reached her destination,
she'd be gone forever
but I couldn't stop her.
Pressed into another corner
she feels the urge to run.
Everyone tells her to relax,
that this is normal,
you should be happy.
But who's happy with walls
behind their back
hands at their shoulders
and cuffs on both their fingers?
The couch gave under my naked back
and your hands felt sweet on my chest.
The glue between our skin was wet and drying.
Your taste still rang on my tongue.
Heart beats turned into centuries
as Wilson stood in the street.
With the blood of the others under his feet
he stepped toward what he knew would be
the last thing he ever did.
The trade was so quick
subtle.
Her fingers grazed mine
and as I looked up to see her face
I could already feel my hand longing for her touch again.
Then she smiled, as if she could hear
my knuckles begging.
The clips fell into the sink,
pieces of him he no longer needed.
And each one fell so easily,
so willingly.
Like dreams.
The bar was wet and cold on Joe's forehead. He couldn't believe that the place where Jenn and fell into his life, literally, would be the place he saw her for the last time. That night she slipped and landed in his lap ran so vividly through his mind simultaneously as he watched her clumsily step off the curb... one last time.
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