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Inclusion Is Touch Waiting
Rain isn’t necessary for where I’m going.
Baby bats and college coffee shops fly,
and so do I.
.
There’s this place that’s ours and ours alone,
and no, you can’t be there. Because
it’s ours alone.
.
When fortune telling the future is only
speculative and THAT’s sexy as fuck.
We like not knowing, yet.
.
Slow burning kisses that happen later and soon
I have a Goddess with a haircut and a cat.
who has shown me inclusion is touch waiting.
.
We are in each other, worth every aching second
that passes into next and new like water and fall.
We are touch waiting.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
Baby bats and college coffee shops fly,
and so do I.
.
There’s this place that’s ours and ours alone,
and no, you can’t be there. Because
it’s ours alone.
.
When fortune telling the future is only
speculative and THAT’s sexy as fuck.
We like not knowing, yet.
.
Slow burning kisses that happen later and soon
I have a Goddess with a haircut and a cat.
who has shown me inclusion is touch waiting.
.
We are in each other, worth every aching second
that passes into next and new like water and fall.
We are touch waiting.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
Published 10th Jul 2014
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