We were sitting there on a couch. In hazy unfocused light. And i couldn't breathe. And i was so afraid. and I wanted so badly to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to cry into you.
And I put my hand out. And you took it. And while we talked in whispers, soft voices, with my hand upturned, you stroked it. Your beautiful artist's hands gently along the lines of every finger. my palm.
And you brought it to your lips.
And I loved you so much.
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