Let’s log each encounter
With a notch on a bedpost
How long before there’s nothing left of this frame
But shredded wood
Looking like some kind of weird, secretive art installation
No one will understand but us
Opening the door
Finding a joyful surprise
You’re awake already
Standing right there
Smiling at the sight of me
With your entire self
…
No need to catch my eye
I can see you in my periphery
The outline of your shapes
Edges of your straights
Shadows of your curves
I don’t need to stare to see you
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Tongue up my spine
Coursing over my shoulder
Along my neck
Down Between my collarbones
Down
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