are soft down
slumber and waking dream,
the air that fills my
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I sit in the student commons, listening to snippets of conversation as they float to my ears unfiltered, tuning each voice in and out like so many static-filled radio stations. It’s gonna go 60 no matter what you do… I’m hungry… Julian! Take these… Somewhere a password… The vocal jumble combines with musical noise coming from the overhead speakers, lyrics indecipherable, muted sound against the backtrack of the baristas’ continual steaming.
“How does anyone think like this?” wars with “Was I ever that young?” for contemplative space in my head, and I am struck by the wealth of contradiction and the poverty of critical thinking in this room.
And I realize… Continue reading
The taste of your skin lingers, even this long after parting, always on the tip of my tongue, soft as a whisper, gentle as a sigh.
The memory lulls me into slumber. Your heart beating, steady, sure, seductive, in the hollow between your shoulder blades, a temptation too sweet for my lips to resist.
A thousand times I did not resist.
I wonder if you still feel the impression of my kisses, if the warmth left in their wake soothes you while I am away.
With an acute ache I wonder, as I drift, if you know…
If you know how deeply I crave…
How tenderly I savor…
You.
IDENTITY
Don’t confuse What You Do with Who You Are.