Mike Driver

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me looking at the person i like: i am enamored even with the way your fingers move, with the way the light plays on your skin, with your freckles and your smile and your laughter, with your voice, with how you get around the things you love, with your humor, me aloud: what’s up asshole
i. you and i eat the dawn together, kiss each other crazy, make the mornings moan our names. ii. you and i dance around the “l” word, only are here for the night, stay up watching marathons of bad tv, pretend we’re not winding ourselves together. iii. you and i find each other in dark cars and in movie theatres, hold each other through nightmares, kiss out the bad days and say to our mirrors; it’s just sex, it’s just sex, it’s just sex. iv. there comes a morning when i look at you and realize i cannot live with us apart. that without you my world goes dark. v. you and i try to jump over our hearts, fold ourselves as far from the other person as we can, avoid the topic, wrap our bodies in lipstick and sweat, say: well at least it’s not over yet. vi. you and i are drunk on a sweet night and end up with our tongues spilling truths we meant to hold close to our chests; we say no it could never work but god if only i could be so fucking blessed vii. you and i pretend like we never were one, spend the mornings undressed, walk away and pretend like we aren’t dying from this.
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