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As simple an emotion as ennui;

reflections on one face, one

insignificant gesture, the tilt

of the head, the brow that

is nervous when I say things

like grown-up and responsible

people should be married.

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Children play nearby. Laughter

filters through the eyes that shift

to my face gathering memories.

I look down, not embarrassed,

mostly too sure of myself, thinking

my intentions are the same as your

decisions as if I were clairvoyant.

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It is not the shirt, it is the fabric

of the clothing you wear. It is your

smell beneath the additives,

the sensations that charm, that seem

finer when you sip from your glass

across the table.

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I want to make more memories

with you as the lead character in

my novel. Not as a hero or a villain,

just you in your fabric smelling

good to all I own named desirable.

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Just love. Simple like a ladybug

crossing the expanse of you

as a leaf. Love.

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Lady A

04-13-13

10:55p

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