the second time I was invited to bed with you, beautiful sacred man I believed was God visiting to bless my body, I would have touched your hips, peeling down the band of your chonies to know the bony articulating handholds and memorize them. I would have sniffed your chest and pet slower the brown
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singing your name
dear Friend, sometimes I’ll be lying in bed, sleepy. I’m naked and safe, holding myself to myself. my heart is with you, though you’re far away. every cell in my body starts singing your name. my cells are humming at a frequency that’s for you. I don’t know if you can hear them. you keep