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I remember then
How your tye-dyed eyes were crossed
so you could kiss me
and how your
sugar spun skin
if I concentrate
I'll remember
I'll remember how
you used to hold me
with fingers all trimmed in lace
soft and quiet
when I needed you
that way
but other times
when I felt loud and messy
you spread my wildness
like sweet jam on toast
and you laughed as we
finger painted with mud
tripping and sliding
and ridiculously filthy
our grins were still creamy white
and they rhymed together

14 Sep 09

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Oh, this is so nice! It made me cry because of the ending words and I still feel like smiling too. This must be poetry!! I'm so taken.
 — 2queer2fear