New Year 2010 by Rebecca Gaffron
We touched in the halflight of a friend’s kitchen. The wee hours of New Year’s. Your mouth tasted of drink and mine of fear. You cupped my face in your hands and pulled me close. And for that moment I lost myself in you and forgot how to kiss.
Rebecca Gaffron is fascinated by sea-green spaces, words, and men who behave like cats. She is a sometimes writer and can be found at her virtual home, rebeccawriting.wordpress.com.
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