just the recollection of your face
protruding lips
ice irises
And the way you imbued poetry into every word
Baby that's how I fell
No gravitonal pull
Just your lustful looks
And sex screaming collarbones
But you've been gone so long
And he was right there waiting
Baby I'm sorry this was 17 years in the making
He kissed me sweetly and
I love you but love in its unrequitedness
Burns like lemon in lacerations
This didn't come quietly
I heard it running towards me
Stomping
Begging to be
And I'm so fucking sorry
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