It never worked out, but I really meant to. I
wanted
to see what it was like to share
properly, to become
part of an entity. I'd use
your soap and you'd use my little razor and
we'd share the same soaking towel.
We'd both wear your shirts, (one apiece) and
we'd both light up and lean into each other and
exhale, smoke mingling. And then stub them out,
glowing cigarette butts side by side, and lie
down.
The you and the me - the us -
and we'd share the same slow smile, same pillow,
same bed. We'd smell like the same good things,
of light and sunshine, and in the twining and
tasting we wouldn't be able to
tell where one left off and the other began.