it's complicated.
9:28 p.m. on 2017-05-02
you, the seventh dimension of music, a portal into song moving like silk against skin, the flavour of ocean air as thick as honey, a wind made visible, simultaneously fleeting and slick to my skin. the images of you tangle in my ribcage: his knees against mine in a hospital bed, forehead to forehead, hands locked and soaked in tears// your knees against mine in the sea of blankets on my bed, forehead to forehead, singing in harmony to music that defines us; a photograph exposed together, each individual part inseparable from the other. you/you/him/him/ all these incarnations of men i have loved passing through each other, through me, but only i have eyes to see.
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