Perfectionist

Love, pretty things, silly goose, soulfood, your body

These bodies that weโ€™re in. What a funny device. All of this ambulating. The arch of your back on the inhale. The way that you kiss the top of my head, and then the center of my forehead. The back of your thighs.

 

Sometimes I get the urge to wrap your body around mine and take off down a rolling grassy hill. Sort of sure that weโ€™ll gash our knees open but so delighted by the joy of momentum and gravity and I could care less. Grass stained and out of breath, letโ€™s do it again.

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