It occurs to me that
the dream of
my body
belongs to you.
or maybe
I cannot decide if
my body was
your dream
or if it was a
dream
you drew
of my body;
like a blind portrait
only you could see.
But I knew, regardless
of whatever I was
and continue to be,
I was your girl.
and when we say,
"I miss being close to you,"
maybe we mean that,
we miss the miracle
that breaks the air
between us
when you touch me
and I touch you
that belongs
to neither of us
but is somehow
ours.
beautiful <3
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