trading back rubs in the dark
you kneaded my back until it was all soft but there was little need for when i am small and spunky by your side, i am the antithesis of hard and twisted. you are the softest thing i could know with the hardest muscles. you move in like the summer moves across the cascades. as sharp as dusty sunlight, you filter through the pieces of me that have been bending in compromise like birches in a snowstorm. i wouldn’t say i’ve chosen yet, but when i do it may well be you.
