I stood in front of you, On a dimly lit cobble street, Under the gaze of a stranger, A friend, A friendly stranger. We stood, not too close to each other that your breath would touch my skin, whishper in my ear, Or breeze past my chest hair. But we stood not too far from each other, that I could still see your green eyes, even under the dim flickering light, and feel, layers of happiness, guilt, freedom, gratitude, Sorrow, ambition, strength and love. And we stood still. Not too close that the scent of your hair, the scent of you, would overwhelm my senses, Conjure up memories, Of waves and white sand, Rocks and Rivers, Yoghurt and yeast, Of Screams of excitement, and screams of frustration, Or of Cigarettes and sex....
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