they really aren't helping anything
but there they are
taunting me with our compatbility
a day in the life
of waking up to you
around you
and begging for the taste of you
to break my fast
and sustain my morning
hands around my skull
whispering husky nothings
and allowing me to melt into your skin
as we go our seperate ways
throughout our responsible days
the tease and taunt
of appreciation
for our respective roles
desires
structuring time around your movements
stretching the fabric of reality to align us entirely
while time maybe be a construct
you are a monument
to everything a man should be
aware and alert
compassionate and flawed
every inch of your soliloquoy has entranced me entirely
maybe it's just that I know what I want now
and we're both a specific brand of desire
ebbed
and set to flow in full force by the end of the day
washing over us like a sigh of relief and we lay back and let the smoke encircle the room
blowing you out like a candle
has got to be the best way to end the day
that I'll likely never know
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