002i'm getting stuck in this pattern of knowing you, of recycling the memories that touch me the way you do -- the moments I sink into, that move like you, and i am not ashamed to admit that i am thoroughly obsessed and torture myself by living in thoughts of you those crowded by the taste of you, the scent of you, covered in your good mornings, your early afternoons and your every sort of night. i no longer wake up without you. i no longer feel time that isn't yours. i no longer feel fine against these pillows, these walls and these sheets that I dream,daydream,and wish are you. (but i002
001he folded his hands over me001
professionally tucking me away into the pockets of his palms, surrounding me with the interlocking fingers and deep lifelines that I learned to trace --
to scratch a thin tally of days into, into the sweat building on his skin -- and as he grew limp and his hands melted over me like wave-flooded castles in the sand, I bent in the shrinking space, smiling, saying, "god, you're nervous."
he folded the boulevards around buildings, humming birds free from his throat moving like a sea of wings, like lovers' eyes and t
