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of an intended life |
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Chapter: “Then” |
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Then: I’m trembling with you in afterglow; you drape across my
skin from breast to thigh. Your
torso rises and falls with every breath. Then quicker, jerky, rising falls – shaking me,
shaking you – I’m crying and I don’t know why. I try to hide but you still see. You don’t leave. You draw me close to you. Embarrassed: I try to explain that I don’t know what I feel – don’t
understand why I’m crying, I’m so happy in this moment, so senselessly in
love that I can barely speak when I lose words in the blue of your eyes… and
still you hear me, stroking my wet cheek with such a tender touch. Finally, you whisper our
realization: You cry because
I’m in love with you. And I do. |
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