my neck is a canvas  painted rouge by your mouth and i remember yesterday with the sort of sweetness  reserved for chocolate and
good weather — on the brink of leaving, the see you soon imprinted against my jugular, you kissed me and it felt like a promise in disguise
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i remember april like — the gentle dampness of your hair post-shower, the warmth of your palms still astonishing — still overwhelming, the slink  of familiar music — getting to know you, bluer than blue — i watched with roses underneath my tongue and hands in my back pockets— dazed, confused, you turned me into a dreamer  —  nineteen and still so kind — i wanted everything and nothing you could give me all at once
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i remember may—  like becoming, arriving at the curve of your smile with the singular thought — oh this is how i once thought it would go now — i remember if i could, i’d film the inside of me to show you how my entire body twisted for every litany that fell from your lips in the drowsy curtain of that afternoon —
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and here we now exist in the wanting — the waiting — the sharp knife of believing — that i won’t just have to remember one day — the way my hips turn  at the slight glint of teeth —  instead, today i think of tomorrow — and how i am falling again  at the sound of my own name when you’re saying it.
- I’M STILL FALLING FOR YOU,  x.v