There are times that I cling to you and know that you are more than a mere fleshed head rest.
The curves around your eyes and cheeks, the ones that pull together when you are worried and dance when you laugh, trace a map that I inevitably lose myself in.
The corners of your mouth, the ones that pull taught, are repetitive and unchanging. They reflex whether you fight back a smile or hold inward tears, and can't help but scribe words that speak a truth only I can read.
The mirrored glances that linger longer than you let on; I can see them clearly in the glassiness of your eyes.
The folds of your palms match those of my own, an origami of identical individuality.
Of course, physicality alone does not sum of the total of my affection for you. Oh, this affection.
I could never begin to carefully place words together in order to explain how I feel, for fear I would never be able to rest with an adequate compilation.
I could never begin to explain the way my face involuntarily brightens when I see you.
My fingers involuntarily drum on surfaces when they are lonely for you.
My heart involuntarily seizes and relaxes at the same time when I see that you are calling.
In short, I cannot resist you.
My face. My hair. My hands. My mouth. My heart. My soul cannot resist you.
We are as irresistible and inevitable as progress. We are as principal and paramount as air.
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