We’re like kids running under shooting red fire hydrants, us, standing in transparent tanks & heavy shorts under our home’s gutter drain. “My turn,” I remember you say but I don’t move. Instead, I close my eyes & remember mom, twirling in her long denim-blue dress on our porch under the rain. Mom would take us outside in the rain to bathe together, ...
Lets be together all the time so when the day comes where we will be apart, we both will be fine because I will remember how big your eyes get when you get excited, and I will remember your big cheeks when you smile and I will remember the beautiful line of your nose and I will remember how beautiful your brows frame your face and how your lips melt into mine and how your hands mold into mine, because we are one. (July 17, 2015 , 7:34 am)
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