is it strange
that i want to clothe you in my arms?
that i want to draw lines with the tips of my fingers on your long neck?
and trace over the shape of your lips?
is it strange
that i want my face to smell like your spit
and my hands to smell like the insides of your thighs?
how soon until i tell you that i find you beautiful?
that a mere message from me makes this frown disappear?
how soon until you realize that making eye contact with you makes me incredibly nervous?
and giggly and giddy
when can i tell you that your eyelashes form the loveliest of waves?
like an ocean of your small hair that'd i'd gladly inhabit
when can i tell you that i want to see you?
and how i can tell you that i am very happy we met?
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