Monday, November 22, 2010

Every day, every night,

Your breathing is the first and last thing I hear.
I wake up to our sighs, and sleep to our snores.
Good night's for the hundredth time, I'll see you on the other side.
Compelling, I say.
You're the most compelling person I have ever met.

And I hate to bite my tongue, but I want you slow,
And I want to resist you.
And I want to keep this in,
like it's the first thing I've ever held on to.

Am I worth it, you ask.
I don't know how, but I knew from the very beginning.
And it's frightening because...
You did too, didn't you?

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