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I miss you touching my hair
If I close my eyes
And think hard enough
I can almost feel your fingers
Stroking my hair

Think a little harder
I can feel your breath on the back of my neck

Harder still
Your knees tucked into the backs of mine

And then the thinking gains momentum
Continues on its own
And suddenly it's more than just touch
Other senses come alive
A complete moment draws itself around my consciousness
A world around myself

And I am seeing, smelling, hearing you
Tasting
You
And everything is as it should be

You
Me
Us
Love
Home

F.r.i.c.t.i.o.n

Momentum slowly lost
Slowing down, slowing to a stop
3D, 2D, 1D
Now opaque, now translucent, now transparent
Now air
Now gone.

And now
Even more
I miss you touching my hair