You know how I get
when we're alone.
I have never been as needing,
found my heart as physical,
felt as magnetic as now,
with you.
I have never given this rush,
folded this body into anyone else
until you
but I know you have always been giving,
your scent is scattered across the ground
so much that I don't know how I haven't loved it before.
You have given so much more physical than me-
somehow that is a relief.
There is something like madness
and magic about this,
there is something like dreaming
when I'm awake.
I love this intimate
even if it doesn't last,
even if the road ends…
you know how I get
when we're alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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