Tender was the cut

choices in error

It was your coffee cup quoting Camus that made me take notice. But it was the smile behind your eyes that made me warm in my stomach and my lady bits. That first hour of teasing and soul staring was when your heart pressed hard on my timeline and wet my raspberry lips with hope.

And I was newly content in the hours I’d lie awake intermittently throughout each night and in the very early morning, though they were still numerous. The one thing I did notice was that hearing your soft sleep noises eradicated the loneliness.

If I could position myself to look at you while you were asleep I’d stare taking mental snapshots of your intricacies in those hours as the sun began to make shadow patterns across your stomach and the flats of my pulse. I could exist in the twilight of my nights forever, as long…

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