I love you in my house,
wrapping your arms
around my waist from behind
when I'm doing the dishes
In the dining room, with him
ranting at me about why I'm
not allowed to laugh
I couldn't give a fuck
because I glance at you
behind his shoulder; your
knowing smile and eyes
promising - when I call you
tomorrow, I will make this world
disappear - for a while
Your breath in my ear
makes me want to
lick the phone -
sometimes I do
When we yawn at the same time
- which is often lately -
I can feel you right beside me
Tasting you is bittersweet
- double the bitter.....actually,
double the sweet too -
and I couldn't care less because
this desperate, aching, painful
longing, bastard wanting
is better than that feeling of
not feeling -
anything
And you'd wrestle walruses for me
and I'd walk through swarms of flies for you
and so much more than that...
Bronze trophy winner
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