Tick Tock

It would be easier to love you if I didn’t count the measured breaths between speaking; if the silences didn’t hang heavy like black smoke in the hall.

You’d peel oranges for me so I wouldn’t get it stuck beneath my nails and I would always chop your onions, eyes burning.

I guess the first time I saw you I knew it was going to be something hard, something I’d have to work at. So I kissed you quick and then I ran. You’re careful now, I made you that way, accustomed to the sight of my heels.

But, lord, I love the way you creep up behind me. My palms bracing the wall. Neck exposed. The crack in the ceiling and your lips at my pulse, keeping time.

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Have I told you lately how I love your words? I do. I really, really do.

  2. Kris says:

    Gaspingly beautiful.

  3. Alexia says:

    Siiiigh.

    Yep, that about covers what was happening in my body as I read this.

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