The day will come...

I have sockets on my teeth. It's been two days since I brushed; my hair is dishevelled and the smell of fabric softener is fading away from my jumper i'm constantly wearing. I smell of warm skin and grease. I listen to sparklehorse. You know what gets to me the most. spooning, how he just does, arm sunk into my waist head resting between my shoulder blades, he's knees bent with mine. I think that is what love feel likes. I promise myself next time it will be me that undresses him, and in the morning it wont be him that initiates the act. Next time.

There is this moment i continue to see over and over again. We are on the underground standing close together like we have done a million times before, we sway with the motion of the tube and without looking at him; I allowing with every rock for my mouth to open a little more, and to move a little closer. I kiss him, in public, surround by strangers. And that is a profession of love, no?