Tuesday

the way you love her

the way your words
roll of your
  tongue.. 
       that dance
  touches the
teeth, 

my human
body, she
seems to wrap 
   herself around.

finds a space...

the shape your 
eyes make when you
smile

....
those teeth.

to say i'd steal
them on a rainy day
is an understatement

to say i love you
   isn't a lie
 but the truth is
goddamn

you make my eyes
cry 

tears made of joy, made of melons.

you make me feel like a little kid 
again 

the way you move my hair,
  your fingertips,

slip 

   just to outline 
my lips

   watching as my heart
drips.... 

slowly 
 .... like honey

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