10 October 2013

Just Friends

Your hand on the small of my back
pulled me into your embrace.

A good-bye hug between friends.
...nothing more.

"Good seeing you again," you said.

Your body pressed fully against mine.
It learned my secrets; traced my valleys.

A veil of modesty;
Layers of material pressed vapor thin kept us divided.
...never before so aware of how thin.

An eternity passed in seconds,
encompassed in your arms; you in mine.
Time wasn't.

This must be what home feels like.

Was it just me?
Or, did you feel our connection
when we parted
as friends?

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pass the popcorn, please!