| maybe i could carry your books home for you, or something |
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Or, you and me could be | 1 |
post-modernist expressions of cubism. | 2 |
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Amalgamated adornment trickling from the corners of our lips | 3 |
(numbed with passion) | 4 |
we'd backstroke through ripples of frothy love potion-- | 5 |
The same love potion that lady with the rhubarb robe and the bad weave pours | 6 |
down | 7 |
2nd | 8 |
and | 9 |
Burnside's gutter | 10 |
every other Thursday at exactly 6:03 PM, | 11 |
which would just happen to be the time when we'd first gingerly touch palms | 12 |
with puzzle piece fingers; yours would be warm-- | 13 |
I know they'd be from the way your timid cheekbones wink when you grin. | 14 |
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You grin because I'm quiet, because I'm speechless, because I don't know what to say, because I'm befuddled, because you're that beautiful. | 15 |
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And we'd soak silent sunrays | 16 |
tanning in our own obscure, unspoken sentiments | 17 |
teeming with bite sized "I love you's." | 18 |
And after swimming, we'd float. | 19 |
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Beforehand, I would snatch my worn acoustic, | 20 |
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then we'd float somewhere beyond the chuckling dynamo, but believe you me, | 21 |
we'd float. | 22 |
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And you'd whisper to me you're tired of floating, so we'd land for a breather | 23 |
and have a picnic in a crater on the moon. | 24 |
While you'd nibble on passion fruit | 25 |
I'd strum you boy band love songs | 26 |
(hey, we're products of the '90s) | 27 |
and you'd have to sing along; | 28 |
that way we could weep laughter into each other's arms | 29 |
because it would be so silly that we'd know all the words-- | 30 |
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then we'd eclipse | 31 |
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right there, in the moondust, | 32 |
with the sun longingly peeking, | 33 |
and we'd leave our initials in a heart that we'd draw | 34 |
somewhere between Neil Armstrong's footprint and the arch-of-your-damp-back-print. | 35 |
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Then it would be time to get you home, | 36 |
and we'd sneak a quick porch light kiss in | 37 |
before the evening's end. | 38 |
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