We happened upon a mutual presence through our well-timed sufferings, fell into it like divers into bottomless pools, black and glassy with kept promises of absolution.
There were tears, and there was commiseration, and for hours and hours the sadness felt a little more human.
Desire coupled with suffering, suffering with desire, and he was there, curling into every part that mattered: nestling there, cradling, pulling me to him-- and he to me.
The hours were slow; breezes and their chimes promising to us Spring, rebirth.
Light spilled in through your windows.
And we sunk to the floor, molting from our clothes, and sweet
and sweet
and sweet
and O! how I needed you then;
how I love you now.
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