sometimes I just want to be a body with another warm body, sharing space, touching skin, running hands all over vulnerable spots. using my lips to get to know their wrinkles. giggling and whispering just because you're at peace. you're safe. you're home. telling them just how nice they make you feel as they put pressure in all the right places. praise. and love. and time blindness. forgetting you have work in the morning and just sitting and sitting and holding and touching, tangled in their limbs. it's fucking, but fucking to become one, and to unfold yourself for another person-- to just be. to see and be seen