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I’m drawn to the kinds of people who undress me with metaphors. Who say things like, “What if time is just the way our souls breathe?”
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You don’t say a word. You just touch me like I’m sacred scripture, and your fingertips are fluent in my margins.
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Sometimes, it’s not the sound, but the silence after that makes my chest tighten. Like the hush between two people who haven’t touched yet, but want to.
The Osmosis of Flesh 