every time, a poem

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December 2017

In the beginning it was your laugh,
the way you said my name.
The way you looked me in the face,
not just in my eyes but all around,
to my cheeks, my hair, my mouth, bruises, new earrings.
I was excited to be new, for you.

Those big smiles you offer up on the daily,
breathing your ideas into my moonlight. Breathing.
Night walks with you brings the roots down,
down into my belly, up into my heart,
up up up to my mouth, laughter. 
To my eyes, understanding.

An ocean of butterflies made every time,
every time we meet eye to third. 
Every time.
So beautiful and crazy,
to even await the thrill,
The thrill of your gaze, the height it brings.
Looking down, of course,
the end I see. I see. I see.

​2017

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