clothed in walls and “take care of yourself”
Shared experience of a shared body,
Moments where I see your face change with pleasure, flicker through my vision,
It flits in my underwear and makes somewhere behind my eyes heavy.
Of course I still think of others sometimes, I’m no liar.
A new love reminds me of old ones, other intimacies that came and went, people whose bodies fitted differently with mine than yours does,
The comparative instinct draws me into worry, that our blossoming intimacy isn’t what it was with him or her, how should it be?
You’re so gentle with me, and I see real emotion in your eyes, feel real feelings in your touch.