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rubbing our bodies against
eachother, pushing
flesh together repeatedly.
to touch
and retouch
and adjust
just checking,
but scared.
we understand fragile.
we play with this in our hands,
this round idea of failure.
to impress you.
we lay together like children
with that childish wild flying trust
a future which is always
secretly holding hands with terror
deep and clinging, something defiant
something a child would never understand
but that we do.
that this is the most natural
to be WITH rather than WITHOUT.
we understand it is not forever
it is not long enough, forever
so we devour
we press harder.