"I want to love you EVEN"
Isn't that what we all want and are too afraid to grab at?
Not to be offered the last bite
but to be well-fucked in bed
kicked on the shins on occasion and answered with a smirk instead of an apology
My love
living without weather report
to trace the lines of eachother's hands until perhaps dust or sleep comes
No welcome mat of roses
rather, coming home to unmade bed
stinking of affection that's had a good time
Knowing the light in the other room is you waiting without knowing you're waiting
Looked at with yearning
that's constantly, constantly, constantly chasing learning
Saying the same words
over
and
over
seeing eachother's selves as UNpromised land
charmed visitors - returned
because the words we say are sometimes meant and the feelings we feel felt
by Cristina Paul
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