Friday, January 18, 2008
Forgetting
Inside the door of my apartment, my mouth reaches for hers without a pause. She reaches back. Her hips fit perfectly again, my hands find just the right spot. I draw up close and she squeezes my arm. It hurts a little bit, but I don’t think she realizes how strong she is. I squeeze back. Things get wild and move all over the two rooms of my apartment. And for just a minute, I’m able to forget about all of it.
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