when they touch, spark electricity,
heat propagates
Like a secret between friends.
But it is that dirty little secret, love,
That escalates blood pressure,
Hypertension, I swear,
I'd just sit there not sayin' a word
Reliving the reasons why
my clothes are crumpled up
in a foreign closet,
why makeup is scattered across
the floor, why I have a
new set of keys.
I didn't come for the feast
For the festivities
For burning infections,
Fixed convictions in
Wine after breakfast
Siestas in the afternoon.
They are all things good and plenty,
But reasons they are not.
I came for the closeness
That permeates the room
The smell of sweat and coffee beans
cigarette smoke, indicators
Of presence, body not soul
But I'm there, inhaling,
What turns my head in a crowd of strangers.
And when the morning comes and I wake up,
I know I wasn't wrong.
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