Medium Rare

It must have been the music we sang and played the whole night,  or the intoxicating company we had,  but somehow i found 2 fingers intertwined with mine.
We were both intently listening to the person we were with.  Cued laughter and polite responses were given,  but there we were,  subconsciously being too familiar with old touches,  old grazes.
My feet were cold,  and your hands were always warm.

2 fingers,  1 soul.

I am the sun,  you are the moon
I am the words,  you are the tune
Play me

Author: angparaluman

a poster girl with no poster staying on the safe side of the road less traveled.

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