Friends with Benefits

You don’t love me
I don’t love you either
But we know each other
In terms of pulses and breathing patterns
In scattered freckles and myriad eye pigments
I’ve become familiar with the ridges of your knuckles
And the gentle curve formed by your lips
How they fit with mine
Your late night summer laugh
Your early morning whispers
Tender touch
The way


About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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