6.5.12

Like silk on sandpaper
you soften me, slowly,
tracing over my rough patches
with a light determined diligence.
The hush of your breath
against my shivering cheek
sends rivets of relief
clear down to my fingers
and finally, I feel you.

That inked skin of yours
soothes mine in
all the right ways.

It’s here in the dark
that we have our
best conversations.

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