brailleMature

I want to learn you like braille - a centimeter at a time, my fingers rolling across your skin until I can recite every dip and every freckle and every scar.  I want to breathe you in until my lungs are bursting, and then keep you there until my vision blurs around the edges.  I want no microscopic space between us, and nothing but the warm light of evening to wrap around ourselves.

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