My leg is stretched out to Patrick, who is rubbing it.
Not because it's hurt (it's not)
Not because I asked (I didn't)
Aimlessly, just because it's there and he loves me.
And it just struck me so
How much we're like plants, stretching toward the sun
Arching toward love
Unconsciously turning our faces
Toward love, toward love, toward love.
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