In wanderlust

K—- , your lips, your sleepy oxytocined eyes

Your breath colliding gently into mine

In swirls of warm particles.

K—- , your fingers on my back, caressing,

K—- , the breadth of your body pressed,

The borders of your hurt self.

What was more warmth to me than you, was that childlike giggle,

That spasm of excitement,

Your infectiousness.

13.03.2016

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