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What is it about me, besides my vocabulary?

Baffled this was a question you’d have to ask, I sat tremulous.  I’m insular; I’d be enamored with even the most amorphous love, but I’m not inept, and won’t preclude that answering the question is salient.  And although I’m not taciturn, I’m rarely extemporaneous, so please excuse my need for verbose prose in answering said question.

You’re attractive.  Your strong jaw, small chin and cheekbones were sculpted to make your own eyes glow and an artist’s eyes expostulate dreaming of anything else. Don’t dismiss this as delirium, but rather relish this recondite fact—my first crush came in the fifth grade.  It was on a diminutive, outspoken girl, and I was enormous and timid, which developed into a village girl vs. Mowgli, me Tarzan you Jane, King-Kong-Ann Darrow complex.  And although I believe with zealous fervor in your strength, your size still incites the young jungle boy inside me.  And I hope I can say, without being terse, I’m afflicted with a mysterious affinity for red-hair.  

Although I could dwell in the obvious all day, I’ll redirect from the blasé.

 

Abandon

beats within us both

like hearts to the same pulse,

we don’t coax smiles, we let them slip,

we aspire to happiness like falling of a log.

I have to pry open time’s lockbox and plunder

the night just to relegate the dawn.  Bliss becomes

a tangible ****** making even the most existentially

exasperated docile.  Knowledge that every other thought

is dominated by one another without it attenuating the magic.

Knowing that if all I have to say is it’s raining outside, you

want to hear it.  Twenty-one years of my life I thought

I’d have to hunt love with a knife but you showed me

roaming where you like to wander can wake

the irreverent gods.  It’s your superlative

honesty that’s only for me; that virile

smile in your eyes that bid

doubt vacate my mind

 

Knowing that if I went catatonic, one reproving look from you would cause my heart to break and force my hands to put the pieces back before I stopped breathing.  If I could, I’d dawn you like a blanket before every dinner, dusk and dream.  And most importantly, we both like crowns.

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Written by
matthew-cannizzaro
American
Published
Jun 10, 2011
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If you took the time to read this, first, thank you, second, some fun helping facts: my vocabulary is... embarrassingly stunted compared to hers and I had a list of her favorite words to use... I'm sure you can pick many of them out.  The last word "crowns" is an alternate enunciation of crayons. Thanks! ~Matthew (<3 Sarah)

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