“Its me” she said…
-staining my teeth brown
with attempts at forgiveness
syrupy delicious memories
intoxicated
in pheromone bliss
fighting the urge to stay
in exile, reemerging a former consciousness
Dreaming big grippy hugs
Susceptible to flirtation
logic takes the back seat
to sensual admissions
forgetting temporarily
the magnitude and wealth
of our anxieties
the rich causes of our
shuttering
the weather proofed
arguments
the
perfectly
measured
restraints
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| The picture drawn beside it |
What if, I loved you for just a moment?
“It’s me” he says
(It doesn’t always feel like breaking, sometimes it feels like finding yourself whole.)
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