I miss your body curling against mine, like an orange peel.
I miss the feeling of your warm chest against my ear; when I listened to your heartbeat thudding itself into my being, I would marvel at the heat between your skin and mine, the softness of your skin, and how I felt so comfortable resting there.
Late in the night the sirens outside would ask us to come out for a smoke, I’d hold on to your waist with one arm and bury my face in your side. The light in the room would draw me to sleep. I would push you away when you started snoring before snuggling back into you, repeating this pattern until I fell into a deeper sleep and dreams of two bodies holding each other close.
