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Dear C,
Here's the deal. I could have stopped you, I could have leaned back like they teach you in all those 'howtoreadbodylanguage' books and any boy from Oxford wired as shit would've figured that one out but I didn't. I watched you apologize in slow motion and I watched you move in and the drunkenness of it all amazed me because drunk is the same in all languages we are the same in different continents, in black hole pubs that zing electricity that blinds you and binds you but when I jerked back and laughed my protective instincts kicked in. Just a boy, he'sjustaboy, I thought and the travesty of being lost of being a stranger of having no one to hold your hand even though you'd rather tonguetwist my throat made me want to give you a hug. A real hug that lasts eleventytwo seconds because I've been there I've been raw and a stranger who caresses her chaos I've stood by watched me spring out of my body like a predator, thatisn'tmeidon'tknowher. I did unleash later that night, after you told me I was hot and let me pet you and promise you that I wasn't complicated, my mind was a topped up machine, a juke box with the next song playing loud enough to shake off my old skin, I went home and I kissed a boy who will remember all the details because boys don't need to be drunk to marry skin and skin, a kiss is not a contract, you'resoyoungsoyoung, I told him, but he was old enough to know better old enough not to push it old enough to understand even when my body is bursting with stars I might wake up to only reflect sunlight, feeling like a rock. The moon is a rock. The moon has no light of its own. Satellites are only sad planets, you know, planets without life. I am the earth I am solid and real with a fire flowing through my veins refining redefining centuries of civilizations that rip open my ribcage so even though two many mouths spoil the broth the earth has survived it all survived the dark ages and the dinosaurs and gods too powerful to sway too easy to love too hard to let go off survived humans with rough angry hands and careless trampling feet and the earth has survived herself because self destruction is part of the deal, C, it burns away old boundaries fighting fiction with friction making way for a massive empty space of energy. We will always speak the same language because creation is the language of bodies so if you can read mine you should know, I'm out of skin to sin for tonight.
Here's the deal. I could have stopped you, I could have leaned back like they teach you in all those 'howtoreadbodylanguage' books and any boy from Oxford wired as shit would've figured that one out but I didn't. I watched you apologize in slow motion and I watched you move in and the drunkenness of it all amazed me because drunk is the same in all languages we are the same in different continents, in black hole pubs that zing electricity that blinds you and binds you but when I jerked back and laughed my protective instincts kicked in. Just a boy, he'sjustaboy, I thought and the travesty of being lost of being a stranger of having no one to hold your hand even though you'd rather tonguetwist my throat made me want to give you a hug. A real hug that lasts eleventytwo seconds because I've been there I've been raw and a stranger who caresses her chaos I've stood by watched me spring out of my body like a predator, thatisn'tmeidon'tknowher. I did unleash later that night, after you told me I was hot and let me pet you and promise you that I wasn't complicated, my mind was a topped up machine, a juke box with the next song playing loud enough to shake off my old skin, I went home and I kissed a boy who will remember all the details because boys don't need to be drunk to marry skin and skin, a kiss is not a contract, you'resoyoungsoyoung, I told him, but he was old enough to know better old enough not to push it old enough to understand even when my body is bursting with stars I might wake up to only reflect sunlight, feeling like a rock. The moon is a rock. The moon has no light of its own. Satellites are only sad planets, you know, planets without life. I am the earth I am solid and real with a fire flowing through my veins refining redefining centuries of civilizations that rip open my ribcage so even though two many mouths spoil the broth the earth has survived it all survived the dark ages and the dinosaurs and gods too powerful to sway too easy to love too hard to let go off survived humans with rough angry hands and careless trampling feet and the earth has survived herself because self destruction is part of the deal, C, it burns away old boundaries fighting fiction with friction making way for a massive empty space of energy. We will always speak the same language because creation is the language of bodies so if you can read mine you should know, I'm out of skin to sin for tonight.
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