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It comes in waves with the remembering Of yesterday, of the woods, of the walk Of my nervousness, of his hands on my back, saying “I just need to do this” while I thought I was the only one
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060122
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Ouroboros
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He held his hand over the blue beaded strand on his wrist, and with intensity and sensuality and honesty (perhaps his eyes were closed), he said how good it felt on his wrist
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060122
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Ouroboros
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Kissing on the stairs, his knees bent so we were eye to eye (mouth to mouth)
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060122
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Ouroboros
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I asked him how the poetry reading was, and he could only share how “this one line from a Mary Oliver poem” got him. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves...
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060122
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Ouroboros
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Eye contact across the kitchen silent smiles over other’s drunken banter
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060122
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Ouroboros
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We created a poem together from the magnetic words covering the fridge. I was standing and he sitting- he nuzzled his head against me, touched my body as I stood up
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060122
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Ouroboros
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In the parking lot we stood and I wasn’t read to leave yet, and he massaged my neck my shoulders and down his hands over the curves of my hips, my thighs.
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060122
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Ouroboros
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He said, I want to pick you up, and he did, and we kissed under a bridge green with rain, over muddy green grass, before the eyes of children passing by, rain clouds, and the highest good within ourselves. Every kiss or two measured out my arms loosing their grip, and pressed against him I slid down and inch or two at a time, a groan or two behind my lips
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060122
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Ouroboros
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More more than this this remembering there is more there is more than that moment those moments yesterday than I am writing than I remember than I will remember oh but this feeling inside this heart heat aflame these trembling waves of him stay and stay for a reason
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060122
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over breakfast (like i had an appetite) he told me he wore the beaded blue necklace to a group healing he participated in tuesday night, and he felt like he was bringing me with him...
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060130
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ash ash
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amazing.. inspiring despite my cheese
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cheese?
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Ouroboros
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Whew! I remember how it felt to feel this around him- the waves of heat and the pull of sexual energy between us- even just looking at each other.
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unhinged
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now the lack of it the hard edge in his eyes when he looks at me now because i can't talk to him what_do_you_want_me_to_say i want to be able to remember as_if_time_had_just_begun without it being further tainted by the petty bullshit of our break_up i have apologized i have always been the one that apologized i am a firm believer in thinking before you act cost_benefit_analysis and if you think that action might hurt someone you don't do it plain_and_simple in that light your actions are just not acceptable i don't want to forget how much i loved you because i did you know love you with every inch of my lonely shriveled heart
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091117
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Ouroboros
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we writhe and wrestle and the dance is our bodies and the dance is our breath
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gasping for air, but there is no ground beneath our feet, and we rise, we burn
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110118
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Ouroboros
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six years ago we met, and the intensity in our gaze is the same. we have unfolded, so beautifully, and we have yet to blossom fully. gentle unfolding. hearts open. time and space and distance moderating safely.
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Ouroboros
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on this path, we walk, i know you, and you me, and you hold me, so close, your arms tight, you tell me of my wonder and your love for me, and i have already know this and felt this love for you cascading from my heart
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110118
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Ouroboros
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locking eyes before he walked through the door
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Ouroboros
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sunlight streaming in as we dance into embrace
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"wow, she has beautiful eyes. but i don't think she likes me very much!", he laughs as he recounts the first time he saw me, blue hatted and fierce eyed
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touching
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Ouroboros
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knowing him and that our connection has happened and is real gives me more faith and hope than i can really express.
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what's it to you?
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blather
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