I know you're embarrassed when your stomach flushes
The sweetest shade of purple.
And there's no need to explain body parts
Or to remove lint and eye gook.
Leave the crumbs in your teeth and forget
To scrub behind your ears.
I want to be able to tell how long it's been
Since our last embrace
By looking at the soles of your feet
And how long your nails have grown.
My cracks grow
Under the pressure of your chandelier
So let's say cheers with moldy glasses
Ignoring the bugs floating in our champagne.
I want to be the termites
That eat away at your bed post
Destroying notches that had been so deeply carved.
Yet, even as your hand wipes them all away
They become engraved just above my ear
So that my fingers can trace each valley that lies under the skin.
We sit apart. Watching a sundial turn into a grandfather clock
The newly formed hands mistakenly spin in the wrong direction
And as time ticks away, we devour
Every minute passing, savoring the taste of the past
that its given back to us.
We grow young together, allowing the moments to flood our eyes
And take us for granted
As we had to them so many times.
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