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I fell in love in a January.
It would be five months 
and nine days 
until you kissed my leopard print skin.

I was porcelain and only kissed people I loved. 
You were my first. 
In dark we were light. 
We slid between holes in jean pockets 
and held our hearts beneath street lights. 

We are fucking magnetic. 
The axis in our stomachs kept us molded 
and we clung to each other, 
even when nothing was left. 

In the morning we were silently electrifying. 
The sunlight of seven a.m brought our bodies closer; 
our limbs intertwined with one another and by eleven a.m.
I wanted you in my bed for as long as I could have you in it. 
Two hundred and four miles 
and I am sleeping in a bed made for two. 

We bleed more often than others 
but we are so fucking gifted. 
Together I have watched you grow. 
Even when you were not here 
I held your pain in my palm. 

Your mouth 
scarred novels on my skin. 
We laid horizontally on my bed. 
Your fingers 
ran over my tears and said, 
“Look at me.” 
My heart 
has stopped a million times 
for you. 

I fell in love in a January. 
Fifteen months 
and fifteen days has passed. 
We slept the whole day away. 
In and out of sleep, 
your hands ran a long my outer thighs
and the love in your eyes stayed apparent
so I am able to remember
until we are together again. 
I still feel you here. 

I fell in love in a January. 
You were my first. 
And you are
my last.

Morgan Martinez
Hooligan Survival Admin