When I kissed your lips, I didn't need a language. I only had to decipher where you wanted me to touch you, surfing in the waves of your moans. Feeling your penis hard on my hands.
I wanted to set you free while I pulled you closer. I wanted to take your mind away, a place we could both be together. Far away from this bedroom and these walls that are not ours.
I had a feeling about you when I saw you. I know you were drunk and I was high. But I still had a feeling about you and my instinct wasn't wrong.
If only life was kinder and you lived closer. If only life could be a permanent succession of slam poetry gigs and sex in an Air BNB. If only I could find you again, standing against the wall, covered in white feathers and with a goofy half drunk smile.
Why do we have so many borders keeping us apart when there are no borders in our minds?
