i want the heady, palpitating rushMature

I want the heady, palpitating rush
of new love, of fresh lust, and 
the thrill of the unexplored.

I love the bends in your elbow
the weight of your lips
your sardonic grin
the rhythm of your heart
thrumming against my cheek
the tranquil silence we allow
to gobble us up on long drives
with nothing but the rush and static
of the world around us
to keep us connected -
but I remember losing myself 
in the creases of your eyelids
and counting the freckles
dotting your back
as if they’re distant memories

and I’m not ready for that distance,
I want them back.

Would you forget everything
if it meant you could do it all again?

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