you look at me with those damn blue eyes of yours
and you tuck in the crook of your arm, like a lover
and if you had planted a seed with each kiss you offered me
my body would be a garden untouched by winters
that grows and grows and dissolves into utter lightness
i've hated loving because i'd lose myself in it
but it isn't love until you fall and find yourself in it
beautiful
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