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The Beautiful Unpretty
<p>I like the way you smell</p><p>When you’ve been out too long </p><p>that mix of sweat, smoke,</p><p>and something animal under your shirt.</p><p>It shouldn’t turn me on, but<span style="background-color: transparent;"> it does.</span></p><p>The scent says you’ve lived, and<span style="background-color: transparent;"> I want to live in it.</span></p><p>Your breath in the morning is brutal </p><p>warm, sour, human.</p><p>You press your mouth to mine anyway, and<span style="background-color: transparent;"> I take it like communion.</span></p><p>There’s a spot behind your ear</p><p>that smells like salt and sleep, and<span style="background-color: transparent;"> sometimes I bury my face thereJust</span><span style="background-color: transparent;">st to remember that we are not perfume.</span></p><p>Your hands are never clean enough, and<span style="background-color: transparent;"> I love that.</span></p><p>The dirt under your nails</p><p>is proof that you’ve touched the world, and<span style="background-color: transparent;"> now you’re touching me.</span></p><p>You sweat too easily.</p><p>You groan when you stretch.</p><p>Your laugh sounds like gravel, and<span style="background-color: transparent;"> sometimes you drool when you nap.</span></p><p>I still watch you like a sin I won’t confess.</p><p>Your shirt sticks to your back in the heat.</p><p>Your socks smell like the day you fought through.</p><p>Your hair holds the smoke of the city.</p><p>And when you pull me close,</p><p>it’s all there — the raw, the rank, the real —</p><p>and I melt into it, greedy for the truth of you.</p><p>You leave toothpaste in the sink,</p><p>your towel on the floor,</p><p>crumbs in the sheets, and<span style="background-color: transparent;"> I could write an ode to each.</span></p><p>Every mess you make feels like evidence</p><p>that I’ve been let into something private,</p><p>unpolished, yours.</p><p>Love, for me, is not clean.</p><p>It’s your stubble scraping my neck,</p><p>your sweat mixing with mine,</p><p>our bodies tasting of sleep and want.</p><p>It’s you ruining me beautifully</p><p>with everything you are not supposed to be.</p>
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