The night is dark, sea-dark; your eyes are darker. Your hair disappears into your sheets as you lie on your back. As I float over you, your lips begin to tremble. Your heartbeat leaps into my palm where it presses against your chest, like a bird I’ve called to me from the air.
Don’t be scared. Hold on to me.
I slide my hand from your heart to your hand, which I lift to my cheek. I keep my hand on yours; with my thumb, I stroke the bridges and divots of your bones beneath the thin skin. You warm to me, your damp palm clinging to my skin. Your sheets sigh as you sink deeper into the bed.
Let go. Hold on to me.
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Are you going to "The Beatles: The Lost Concert" movie premier in a few weeks?Anonymous
ugh, I wish.
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