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Rustle of bedsheets
The soft, wet warmth of breathing
Summer together

Wanting

She seems polite or
Wanting something from inside
Yet he doesn't see

(written collaboratively with Alex Duquette on the Profoundish Podcast)

If we had one more time
To do it a different way
Would we still be here
Only remembering yesterday?

Let's sit up all night
Talk about dinos and stuff
Like we were still kids

A smile forgotten
Left behind on a pair of
Cold, ceramic lips

Trace two names in sand
And enjoy the time they have
Until the tide comes

It's been a year now
Enough time to move on, sure
Or to write about

Her hair is like pitch
Set ablaze like a campfire
Still warm at midnight

I gotta admit
I miss flirting with that girl
But that's all I miss

Loosely-fitting shirt
Hung low around the neck of
A pair of bright eyes