these are things that I could not tell you;
things that remind me of you when I want nothing more than to forget;
things that have gone wrong;
things that have gone right;
things that will never happen;
things that are your fault,
my fault,
the faults of no one;
these are things that we did not do and will not let go of
I wish I could snuggle into your neck, wrap my arms around your ribs, kiss your jaw, your shoulders, sigh into your beard and entangle my legs with yours.
or
I want to feel your chest warm against my back, your arm thrown over my shoulder, your hand resting on my breast. Eyes closed I want to reach between my legs and pull you into me. I want to bite my lip, your lip, trying to keep quiet and just not be able to.
