& i'm sure that god will understand...

wow.. great ending lines trace... but.. ahem..

i closed my eyes & tried to paint for him--for us--a portrait more beautiful than the moments we shared, but i was fooling myself. my words were heavy, pregnant with trust and longing and smiling and love and memory, and beauty, of course, but believe me when i say that there are no words bright or gray enough, no brush loud or soft enough to surpass or even equal the passion we painted w/ our sighs. none.

"our legs," i said.

i didn't have to say anything more, because he felt exactly what i meant and agreed, but i continued on, twisting my own legs as i remembered his entwined with them, tangled & glossed with sweat; we were so close. i imagine that it wld have been hard to wedge a breath too large between he & i as we lay, moving against each other, with each other, for each other. we must have been a sight; someone's foot pressed into someone's thigh, an ankle here, a calf there. a knee lolling lazily to the left, toes dancing at the right. yarn. two long strands of teasing brown and soft russet yarn praying into each other's mouths w/ evrykiss exchanged.



up there is where it was for me. I thought the prose approach fit perfectly well.. there could be no other way for this. actually... definitely digging.. your words here.. Glad to see you.. writing again. Peacers~




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