Your silly expressions,
with your tongue
poked out between your lips
and your eyes crossed,
your rare laughs and
the way you quiet down
and listen
every time my giggles take over,
the way your fingertips brush
down the valley
between my shoulder blades and
let them
disappear when they
reach the peak of my spine,
how you curl your body
into mine
when the exhaustion hits
even though
there are twelve inches between
the top of my head and yours,
your eyes,
your smile,
your shy demeanor,
you,
you,
you
always leave me craving
for more than what I get.
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Lessons Learned
PoetryThese poems are not organized in a linear fashion. Some of the last poems happened first, some of the first poems happened last, and some of the contradicting poems happened all at once. However, I figured this organization of it might be a bit easi...
