Tuesday, December 3, 2024

three days away

when
i kiss you with this
rough
stubble
on my face,
at last home,
you don't move away.
you
don't ask
me to shave.
you accept me
for who
i am, my strange and
thoughtless
ways.
you tenderly drag
your hand 
across
my roughness
and ask me to stay.

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