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I sat down in the seat next to yours
On the small bus headed home
And felt the minor bumps
Magnify to jolting spasms
That ricocheted my body closer to yours
And my head onto your chest.
And as your hands reach out to steady me
Your presence envelops mine
In a welcoming sense of safety.
My cold tendons liquefy
In a welcoming sense of safety
That melts the fatigue
From my ice cold limbs.
It is that comfort that draws me in
Attracts me from infinity;
But by drawing me in, repels all attraction –
We are just like charges.
