She laughs and
I smile,
I’m likely to lose
myself in this joy
that I’ve found.
The joy from a cherubic
voice undressing
my skin and carefully
caressing my soul,
the slight movement
of a single finger
from the hand
I’m holding that
keeps preserving
the sensation
of a weightless body
as we walk home
in the night.
It’s noticeable how
the pace decreases
as we near
the intersection where
our paths divide;
she chooses to lead me
onto a road unknown
for both of us
because…
tonight, we don’t mind
being lost, besides;
I believe she can
teach me how
to breathe.
Come Together by Leonid Afremov
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