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  • Writer's pictureCera Sylar

The Fat Ox

Updated: Aug 21, 2022

It was the way you placed your hand on the small of my back

Confident, protective, caring, comforting

It was the way you laced your fingers through mine

Gently bringing my hand to your lips as we walked

It was the smell of honey and wood that filled your Jaguar

And the patient way you drove, like time was all we had

It was the comfortable way you smiled when we sat in silence

Across a table of wine and carefully curated food


It was the soft sound of Romanian tickling my ears

A melody without understanding


It was the pressure of your body pressed against mine in a midnight pool

At a want for nothing in that moment but to exist


For those moments, you felt like home

And I was inexplicably yours

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