Lying on the floor, washed by nothing & hanging on.

When i am lonely and longing for your touch, i think of when i used to study your hand lifting your cigarette. The slope of your shoulder, the angle of your hip. The way my heart would stop when your back was bare and you reached for something on the night-stand as your muscles created a perfect shape. I think of the times when i used to look at you sideways, the contour of your lips and the movement they'd make.

I love to examine you in different lights. My love for you is visual. Don't move, i think. Stay like that. Let me have that. For eternity.

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