The echo from a touch,<\/p>\n
The rippling of your godly frame against mine,<\/p>\n
That stirs even the the mountains awake,<\/p>\n
And being only twenty-one, we think this is love.<\/p>\n
I still feel you in the air conditioned room of that summer house,<\/p>\n
And I still feel you in that dark booth with the lights against us,<\/p>\n
And I still feel you with the awkward prayers for the departure,<\/p>\n
To the changing roads we both went on.<\/p>\n
I still feel you even when you don’t want to feel me.<\/p>\n
I think, this feeling, being twenty-one is only temporary,<\/p>\n
But goddamn, \u00a0goddamn does it feel like yesterday,<\/p>\n
And today, has crept up and forced me down,<\/p>\n
Pinned me to you as my only lover, my only friend,<\/p>\n
That caused me to give up the romantics of telling someone,<\/p>\n
How badly you needed them.<\/p>\n
I needed your pale frame,<\/p>\n
Here, with my sleepy eyes and drowsy excuses,<\/p>\n
To tame this ravaged soul,<\/p>\n
I am the poor lover in your rich world,<\/p>\n
And I want none of it,<\/p>\n
Just you,<\/p>\n
Here, these thoughts subdue me,<\/p>\n
My sleepy eyes wanting your static frame,<\/p>\n
And brown eyes and brown hair.<\/p>\n
To smother me again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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