o,
you are warm
new socks and
falling-down kisses.
you are
quarter fingernails driven from
speech impediments.
you are wrist marks,
and you are sports shows and
cat-walk trips.
you are
night-highs
and dragon-noses.
you are lap-love,
you are wet-wipes.
you are first concerts,
first kisses,
and last love.














Comments
it's a beautiful poem...
--
No matter what happens now
I won't be afraid
Because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen.
--
one of us will die inside these arms. eyes wide open, naked as we came.
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