we were entwined,
part of each other like
one solitary soul;

his hands were
tight on the
curves of my hips

and

i was entangled,
losing myself in him,
in his scent –

(he smelled like
smoke, like the
changing of seasons,
like lust and love.
familiar. like being
home and knowing
it.)

we slept entwined,
falling asleep to the
sound of

slow breaths
and train whistles.