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mel says the good ones should move me to write. so, this one's for you: i just wanna lie in his arms / press my face against his collar bone / & jump up outta my own skin / into that space that the two of us occupy /no pretenses, no smoke & mirrors / just... /us. chea. it's not normal to feel like something's gone awry when you don't talk to one of your homies. maybe he's more than a homie. i dunno. i hope he wants to be. i don't want a title, a label for this. i just want it to be me & him enjoying ourselves the way young folk ought to. i want him to go to the museum on a sunday & "donate" a dollar so he can spend some $ on a flower for me; i want him to just grab me & hold me when we're watching television, so he can smell my pheremones; i want ... to feel loved. & my need for that feeling very well may have caused me to fixate on this fine young man, but i really can't say. all i know is that it feels right. right now. & if that's all i have to go on, then i'll rock that shit. take it as far as i can, & savor every delicious moment. yeah, i'm feelin some kinda way about this one. nite, y'all.
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