3 for we

I.

i am in love

with the feel of our legs

entangled; a spiderweb of dumb limbs.

cold sheets.

hot hands.

the rush and the realness of it all.

II.

i am learning

through your long hair and scratched hands:

i've never felt so bright.

III.

feeling more and more alive

i wonder if i'm dying again inside.

am i losing light?

behind my smile and crinkled eyes

can this be real, or another bandage used to brace my pride?

i need someone to feel me.

you'll do until fear and reality collide