The conspiracy of circumstances that bring two people together.
At a specific time.
In a specific place.
With two open hearts and minds.
What planets had to shift so that you would feel confident enough to buy a drink or shake a hand or smile in the right direction?
What kind of cosmic relevance is the idea that the feelings we share are all compounded into a few minutes of tangeable/intangeable things.
Feelings.
Heat.
Passion.
Desire.
The rising and falling of our chests. The breathing.
Arms, legs and lips.
And a freedom to feel and to love.
And then...like none of that ever mattered.
Like time warped our closeness and made a liar of my desires to have you.
In your entirety.
This conspiracy has no value,
This conspiracy of circumstances never mattered!
We walk away.
Both of us with a little less than before.
As we have left a piece of our souls in the limbo
of this one-night stand.
And sometimes, I would have rather you left the money on the night stand
than take a piece of my soul.
Yeah.
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