“Then I think of you in bed,
your tongue half chocolate, half ocean,
of the houses that you swing into,
of the steel wool hair on your head,
of your persistent hands and then
how we gnaw at the barrier because we are two.”
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“Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.”
“I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean…”
“There are a few great souls in my life. They are not many. They are few. You are one.”
“I like you; your eyes are full of language.”