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It seems like only yesterday
lying on sheets painted with
olive tinted duckies flying south for the winter
(even though they are actually flying north, towards home)
you placed your hand upon my stomach,
over the bite mark from your dainty teeth
(Uncovered because you wished it so), and
made a proclamation while leaning
over so I may look into those eyes of yours
(remember how I love them so
even though you claim they are nothing special?) while
edging closer,
verifying your touch as the falling
evening throws our silhouette onto your wall
(rather harshly, I might add, because we would want it that way);
yearning to hide us from the world (or maybe it just seems that way).
Do you know how much I care for you? I told you once before since
already we are falling (or flying like the duckies on your sheets) into
yesterday.