#aloignon

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Kiss me.

Oh, just kiss me.

Kiss me so my neck is straining back

And my whole body is on fire

Kiss me so I moan when you pull away

Kiss me like you’re branding your lips onto mine

So everyone will see

  SHE HAS BEEN KISSED

WITH LIPS THAT HAVE

CLAIMED HER

FOR THEIR OWN

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I like you best when your lips taste of amaretto.

I like you best when your hands sweep all up and down my back and when you

Lay them flat on my shoulderblades and gently pull me into you.

I like you best when I can feel your smile on top of my own.

I like you best when you run your fingertips down my sides and

I tip my head back and close my eyes and s i g h

I like you best when you suck words out of my mouth

Or seal it closed, blocking it with your tongue.

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This is right, you know,

This is what we should be doing.

We are entitled to walk down the hill, complaining, smoking.

To buy too much food and eat it too quickly and then,

As soon as the next day begins,

Whine about how we hate our bodies.

It's correct that I'm here, tired and achy, with a magazine by my feet

Waiting for your call,

Thinking about clothes and shoes and music.

It makes sense that I change my mind every second about what I want to do

With my life, you know?

And it's right that I should never really know what I think or what I want

Or sometimes even what I need

Because who am I to know those things?

I'm young.

One day none of this will matter and I'll have moved on.

But right now it is important. And these days will change our lives.

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This morning's breakfast was a lipstick rimmed Marlboro and a Madeleine.

I felt beautiful, in that certain way -

My grey bag hanging on my elbow, my nails long and black,

Painted to look like crocodile skin.

Hair all scooped back, lashes all thick, eye lids low,

My earrings clinking against my jaw and getting tangled in my headphones,

Which played hard music softly in the background. 

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I think that if you hold someone, and are held back

For long enough

And tight enough

It starts to knit you back together.

I imagined feeling my skin fuse wherever it touched yours,

Which was

Mostly everywhere

And I buried my face into the nook between your jaw and collar

So my mind would repair too.

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"I have nothing new to say."

The sky today was the colour of your eyes.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow!"

And having your hands on the back of my neck and wrapping my arms around you

"I guess it's worth missing to talk to you..."

The way you say hello always makes me smile.

"I'm going to go..."

I'm genuinely afraid you're realising how dull I am but

Not seeing how much I am trying to say without words.

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"Cat's eyes on the road" Red blurs spidering through raindrops

Murky water splashing up on the windows,

Loud engine with louder music.

I'll be there when the lights come in, man

I'll be there when it's dark and everything's humming

I'll pull up underneath your window and throw pebbles at it

And grin up at you because it's late and we shouldn't be doing this

And you'll lean in through the driver's side window and stun me.

We'll rocket down those dark country lanes

We'll have no idea where we're going

We'll pull over on the top of a hill and make love on the back seat

And we'll sit on the bonnet in the gathering mist and dew

Watch the stars, or the clouds, breathing as one broad shouldered being.

We'll head back with our eyes thick

And steam on the windows

And you'll suck on my lips in way of au revoir

Goodnight, beautiful. 

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There's this one song.

I'm on the edge of the world, I'm thinking about a girl.

I know you're staring at the sun.

When I first heard it I thought only of you,

I would listen to it the whole month I didn't see you,

On a loop, daydreaming.

I would listen to it while we were skirting around our affections,

Texting at ten past two on Boxing Day morning.

I would listen to it as I drove to your house that first night

As the twilight gathered overhead and I could barely move for butterflies.

We would listen to it as we lay in the early hours of that morning

Waiting for everyone else to fall asleep so we could finally

"Talk."

We would listen to it, months later, curled into one another,

With cold noses and lips and fingertips reaching for each other.

There's this one song.

It's got my side of this story woven right through it.