spit-tears's Diaryland
Diary
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he/you/time
I thought of your touch on the nape of my neck the delicious electricity spread from the base of me tickle of the tips of your hair at my throat the grasp of your arms around my trunk clung to me as a safe spot in the storm I thought of your rabbit fur voice and it thrilled the hairs in the depths of my ears vibration of your vibration through the mutterings of my matter As I lay without you I lay with you. I lay with the loss of you, with the hope- the thrill- the promise- the arrival, existence and eventual departure of you. Our souls are combined unscaled, intertwined, eternal, entrancing, etherial. I thought of sharing space with you again length width height and time.
3:45 pm - Monday, Apr. 25, 2022
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