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[title] => Fat Cheeks
[time] => 2013-07-24 17:46:53
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[bodytext] => It isn’t my skin or your skin on my skin or our bodies separated only by my t h i n Underwear It’s not my lustful stare or the clothes which somehow, between our half-hearted attempts to watch Sherlock and that sudden interrupting door knock, happened to of un-happened and are no longer there. It’s not my lip bite or half closed blinds turning early afternoon into night It’s not the kissed lips left slightly swollen that are gradually winning this heart you jovially claim to of stolen It’s not my laboured breath in your ear or my nervously eager limbs which you so artfully steer into bliss. It’s not your perfect kiss NO It isn’t my skin or your skin It’s the fact that whilst reading you the great Gatsby I too was within and without simultaneously enchanted and repelled as the feigned detachment I thought i’d upheld became as penetrable as that air It’s not my lustful stare it was that look in your eyes when you forced me to emerge from my self pity, and I wracked my brains for anything remotely distracting and witty and instead came out with the vulnerable truth and nipped times bud and bloomed like youth and said I loved you after 3 weeks You’ve made me love my fat cheeks so, It’s not my lip bite, it was that time you hugged me a little too tight that made me say to hell with patience and to hell with my vulnerability I enjoy the dull ache of disregarded sensibility like aching ribs after too much laughter It’s not the kissed lips, it’s the morning after when I woke wearing my tiredness like worn in shoes instead of ill-fitting heels It’s not my laboured breath, it’s your worry when I skip meals, that made those 3 words elude a dishonest retraction, And you once dared to ask if it was pure attraction? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 2 [informant] => LetusgothenyouandI [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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