This is how they all start, isn’t it.
A shuddering horse in the cold,
simple touches—
fall away, come away.
The way desire catches in the throat.
Shiver sounds like I don’t know what I’m doing here,
I don’t want to hurt
the silent heat between us.
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© 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.
anna-christina betekhtin 
this is beautiful..
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Thank you so much! I wrote this in the spring of my senior year when a lot of what I was writing didn’t feel too beautiful, so it is lovely to hear that. Thanks again. ❤
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you’re very welcome!
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Thank you so much! I wrote this in the spring of my senior year when a lot of what I was writing didn’t feel too beautiful, so it is lovely to hear that. Thanks again. ❤
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