Looking into your eyes directly felt about as real as anything solid and true in this world.
I remember the blue-grey colour exactly, and the freckles surrounding them as though they were my own.
My stomach abnormally calm, as though the overwhelming butterflies that existed up until this very moment had never been.
That's what it feels like when it feels right.
I remember the dark blue sky, the heavy blanket of night surrounding us ,and the stars that studded it like pin holes. The cold liberating us from the heat of our bodies so powerful.
We had never stood so close to one another; our lips, hands, noses, stomachs moved so naturally together, as though they'd moved together before.
The months spent craving this moment creating a passion like no other.
And just like that we remember ourselves.
We speak of 'one day'
We return to civilised, eliminating the alternative.
My head spins with the blur and weight that comes with longing.
Back to how it really is - you; the taken man, and I; the intruder on loves firm grasp.
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