Gin Pickled

 

Your body hair tickles when
I lie so close you can feel me breathe
a sigh of relief, but not touching,
we need to sleep.

Intricate boy.
You’re on the cusp of a realisation,
and I can see it, from all the way over here,
of what potential you hold and
who you could be. And what are we,
if not a couple in the lines of my poetry,
Delicate and glowing symphonies.

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