things that get in the way

like the words you used to whisper thru my messy hair
like your chest because it had no hair
does it grow there now?
does anything grow in your chest?
love, perhaps a little for me

how your fingers could pass over my skin
and make me wish
becoming one could be literal
instead of just metaphorical
but that word, literal, is a contradiction

or maybe i just don’t understand words
the same way i don’t understand
how we don’t fall every time
well, how you don’t fall
because i still fall on Tuesday and Friday

*In response to Smooth.

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