My breath smells like growing trees, your touch feels like peach skin, not too cold, not too warm not to long my body closer to yours.

My voice sounds so proximate you can feel it inside, and you can’t stand the distance that separates us.

Your hands are cold and start trembling, while every inch of my skin is warm because of the fire burning from within.Everything I can think of is you, like the ocean; deep, dark, cold.

Am I the warm beach? May you come and go, back and forth but always be around, keeping this sand alive, vivid, fresh. May your arms wrap me like water, filling every inch between you and me, so there is no way we could be closer, nor apart.


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