in a party game, your foot touched
and you pretended it was an accident
but it felt like you were standing on my collarbones.
in another game, i kissed you,
and you kissed back, all
peppermint- in your toothpaste
and your drink.
and in the best game of all,
we laid side by side in the dark of your bedroom
and the door was locked,
and you laid spent against the mattress
and offering me your shirt when i grew nervous with shivers
and saying i was cold instead.
you've yanked me up by my
and stolen the impression of the
this is a poem based on my new years experience. i'm in a pretty good place right now, high on life etc etc.