bodies

let's cuddle and watch that movie you were talking about

if by cuddling you mean muscles twitching

forced

kept in one

position for far too long.

We Are Not Alone.

instead, of course, we become one here

under these blankets

and the sun comes up and then

i realize that i can't move my arms.

crooked in the awkward form

of you.

(it's hurts, but in a good way)

and i'll never stop remembering your shape

against my own.

skin on skin, freckle on freckle

each zit matches the next

your skin has broken out in to a multitude of

imperfections

and my skin is smooth like

it boggles your mind

and my hands are not quite as smooth

but

they can still feel

the world

around

me.

come back and run your hand down my arm.

feel

my

sweet

skin.

and don't ask me how

i got these freckles

ask me how my sores are healing.

ask me why my scars are

where they are

i don't know if every story is real

or memorable

but i'll make one up to see your smile.