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My love soaked verse
I could have,
of course,
mentioned this broken curse
I promised myself
you’re the one
I want to sit with,
just up until,
we get on the other side.  
Maybe this accident
where you ran into me
with an infectious smile
caused the world to flood
the walls fell in
I wasn’t so alone.  
Honestly,
I don’t mind the quiet
the late hours waiting
I keep thinking
you’ll send me a letter
a hundred pages
smothered in your perfume. 
I wouldn’t mind a postcard
showing the cute places 
where we’ve been
doing the awful things
we can only whisper
to the backs of hands. 
23. My forgotten stranger
honestly,
there’s absolutely no way 
I could ever forget
that little outfit. 
A masterful kiss
placed secretly of course,
heavily under the weight
our favorite hour begs. 
We want more of the ache
building in our mind’s eye. 
Centered next to you
we’re balanced equals
fighting the give and take
that seriously pulls. 
I watch you undress
eyes are stuffed full,
time slows,
our comfortable place
reciting words
there on sensitive palms
you inch super close
to repeat our favorite things
locked up inside 
there’s only you
my pleasure source.