One Hundred and Eighty Three Miles

With the foggy chilled air amidst the roar of the skies

I lay beneath the gentle sheets within strong arms

Searching for nothing but receiving everything

I receive silk lips gently meeting my own

Meeting my cheek, my temple, my forehead

There is such divinity in the collision of our skin

Such a natural gravitational pull that is stronger than the both of us

A blissful act of affection leaving a beautiful trace of seduction

I receive affirmation, confirmation, validation

And although the foundation of my worth was found elsewhere

You broke ground and I could not stop you

In a new and unfamiliar way that is quite frankly terrifying

Terrifying that I could possibly deserve more than I believe and have always given more than I receive

But that is okay, because terrifying means that I no longer have to settle for less than feeling beautiful and important

Worthy of attention without the removal of my clothing

I receive that fluttering feeling deep within the pit of my stomach

A feeling I didn’t have to bring to my own attention

I did not have to fabricate an occurrence or overwhelm myself with accidental actions

My stomach told my mind what my heart forgot to mention

That perhaps I am dazzled by your words and comforted by your security

Forced to pay notice to the man behind the charm and river blue eyes

I receive a new definition of “friend”

Little did I know a friend could creep into my veins leading to an organ I thought I had hardened

“Just friends” never held so many “but”s and “although”s

I never knew that a friend could make me detest a term such as “friend” so genuinely

I never knew that friendship was one hundred and eighty three miles long

Little did I know being simply your friend was not a natural born gift of mine

But “friend” is a word I will burn into my skin until I acknowledge that “mine” is not a label I can place on you

I receive freedom from a world spinning rapidly around me

I receive slavery to the obligation of organization of feeling induced thoughts

I receive more than I asked for

When I receive you


 

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