Cityscapes

What I’ll miss is your mouth full of donut on a bench in Dupont Circle, our fingers colliding over pages in Kramerbooks, your body moving on the dance floor at the Black Cat, our hands touching in the popcorn at E Street Cinema, our knees grazing under the table over brunch at Policy, my hand on your thigh in the balcony at the Uptown, our legs matching strides on the piers at the waterfront, our hands clasping while we run through the fountain, our tongues licking ice cream off cones at the zoo, my face touching yours in every Smithsonian, your arms around mine as we walk to my apartment, your hips in my belly against the wall of the elevator, our sides pressed together

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