Love letter # 9
Someone lit a match, brought a little flame to life. Was it you? Was it me?
Tell me how to interpret this, for I have lost my reason. It vanished in your proximity. Those eyes, that mouth. The curve of you.
God, I can still smell you – I stole these atoms from your breath and scurried off with them. And from your casual touch … well, I cannot say.
I tried to let you know – if you would, I would. Now, an hour afterwards, I have no idea. That disobedient grin – were you … ?
I am literally shaking now – a once proud man made of hunger. I maybe delusional but I want you. If I could kiss that spot between your shoulder blades, if I could curl your fingers.
If only you were near enough to hear the whispers.
When I am done with this damned typing I will seek recourse in drink to drown this demon. It will put me to sleep and I will wake up tomorrow slightly fuzzy – but sane.
Unless of course I dream of you.
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