love story

you and i;

we are both

storytellers, writers, poets.

 

but when my

naked body curls

against yours: with

touching foreheads and

closed eyes, when

i tell you

i love you,

you tell me

you are family

i cannot help

but think that

words are only

poetry if the

right people say

them,

 

if the right people

mean them.

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