Friday, February 18, 2011

Composure

I'm always more composed here. As a writer, as a blogger, I can be succinct.

Him, with him, I dance around the topic, can't quite put my finger on it, aggravate myself and my lack of words. I can never quite find the right combination of words to say Sleeping next to you has changed my life. Waking with your hand on my hip bone, waking with my face pressed against your shoulder blades, waking from your unbearable warmth, waking next to you: it's made my life.

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