whatever happens,
-i will remember the time we hiked off the path and laid beneath the trees just before a storm
you took my glasses off and the leaves blended together
(we weren't sure we'd find our way back)
-i will remember the time you casually tried to find a sturdy log to kiss me on
pretending the plan wasn't to get me rustled in the dirt anyway.
on the walk to the car, you tripped me into your arms
i giggled, you smiled
and you looked so great with the sun shining through your hair
-i will remember holding back "i love you"s in your bed sheets

Over our head
creeps big time,
the only thing that is.

Freshly folded moment,
to alive to  die,

Witness  to  the  break
in the softer water's wave.

Now, back,  forced to see,
no  salve  for  the  blind.

Sometimes, oh to be blind.

One   is   eleven's   rhyme.

i am in love with you
s
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          k
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like my feet are in quicksand
              and here i am
              completely and willingly
              giving myself to you
even with the knowledge that
you could break my heart
               the scary thing about it;
               i don't mind at all