Boxers

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I live in his boxers, t-shirt, and KISS robe.

I smell his cologne like I’m taking a hit to get high on him.

I was high on Kevin. He was my drug—

made my nerves relax

and brain light up.

He ignited me because he

acknowledged the real me.

I’d gotten sick of guys not getting

the gift standing before them.

Then, Kevin saw me.

And I saw him.

In a new light.

Yeah, it was like the lights were turned on

after we’d made peace with the dimness.

There we were face to face with fantastic.

We smiled our way in and Kevin had a

smile on his way out

of this world

in his sleep.

Oh baby, I wear your boxers.

 

 

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