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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