collect bespeckled Holding their hands Feeling their heartbeats Pressing lips to pairs of lips, the unfamiliar slowly becoming known. The differences in their bodies The texture of their hair Every unnoticeable glance, all the half-formed smirks, his eyes and your lips and his laugh and your legs. His arms, your back, his smile, your aggression. I compare, contrast, collect, archive. The way he gave of himself unconditionally, the times you turned your back and raged against it all, the time he caught me, the time you let me fall. His love, your lust, your kiss and touch and feel, his caress and whispers and comfort. I collect their love, bits and pieces stored in my memory, resurfacing on lonely days, on lazy afternoons, on sleepless nights. I archive their love. I file their affection. I build a portfolio of wanting and needing and loving me. 021113 what's it to you? who go blather from