Over my shoulder, but never forgotten
Mar. 22nd, 2026 08:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
michaelboy
We each wore and consumed them together, down to the elastic band, long before we reckoned anything like sexuality.
There was a need to be close and the multi-colored stains left on our shirts were demonstrative proof and will be forever tattooed in colors of Coltsfoot and Vinca, the first of each spring, when I miss you.
