...someone who can appreciate the intricacies and the
power of merely holding hands. whose thumb is on top, does
her arm come in front of mine, or mine in front. if mine in
front, she puts her other arm around mine, holding.
lying on my back, you lie on my side with your head nestled
at the base of my neck and shoulder. i stroke your hair, lightly
tracing my finger down your neck, around your shoulder
blades, and coming back to your head, around your ear, returning
to your head, gently stroking. you place your hand on my
chest, gently brushing your fingers. with my other hand,
i turn up the music, something soft, sweet, transcendent.
coldplay's everything not lost...billy bragg amp
wilco's california stars...kampd's remix
of lamb's transfatty acid...thievery corporations
resolution
you lift your head and look into my eyes. i cup my hand around
your cheek. see into your eyes, knowing and letting you
know how happy i am. no matter what goes on, i am happy like
this.
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