I don’t know about grand romances
you know like sunset scenes in movies from 1995
big haired shadows and slow bearing kisses
like you knew they’d end up together, right?
I don’t know about dudes who bring you flowers on bended knees
because they may or may not have fucked your friends friend
you asked “how could you?”
he said “right now, that’s not important”
face bursting through a red bouquet
I don’t know about eternal love
but at night when the heat
fills my densest bone
he turns on every fan in the house
he brings water and gently pours it down my throat
he ices down my neck
he says “honey, it’s alright.. it’s alright.
he clutches my hands
“is that okay? is that better?”
and I lie.
I don’t know about grand romances
but every night
he says he’d trade his healthy body for mine
-sheila c.
Beautiful!
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Damn. That was a different sort of breathtaking.
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This works in a lot of different ways. Good one.
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