Week 21 – Next Time

Next Time

My body remembers you faster than my heart does.

I move in your embrace,

My eyes grow red and I try to teach my lungs to breathe,

In time to your rhythm.

 

The first time is always a little slow, a little awkward.

But you meet me and I love our push and pull,

So familiar after all this time.

 

Kiss me before its time to let you go again,

Until next time.

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