eons before
puberty
set in
closer to
purity
light
years away
from sin
her name
was flame,
in the local
tongue
we were
eight, and
all she asked
me to do
was knot
up the left
shoulder
threads
of her
dress
it was
a quiet
childhood
moment
yet what
I felt then
was an
inkling
of love
probably
that hours
spent together
watching Tom
& Jerry on VHS
had culminated
to this sweet
little gesture
of innocence
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
eons before
puberty
set in
closer to
purity
light
years away
from sin
her name
was flame,
in the local
tongue
we were
eight, and
all she asked
me to do
was knot
up the left
shoulder
threads
of her
dress
it was
a quiet
childhood
moment
yet what
I felt then
was an
inkling
of love
probably
that hours
spent together
watching Tom
& Jerry on VHS
had culminated
to this sweet
little gesture
of innocence
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