3 for we
i am in love
with the feel of our legs
entangled; a spiderweb of dumb limbs.
the rush and the realness of it all.
i am learning
through your long hair and scratched hands:
i've never felt so bright.
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