you said you loved that when I laugh, I duck my head into my chestand do so, comparing me to a kitten, I simply thought you were the cutest boy with the smoothest voice, thick like German chocolate cake and as refined as a cultured Huckleberry Finn could be, and I told you everyday until my voice grew shrill and bled thick like red wine aliens to blood and water and I swear I thought I knew you, I thought I loved you, you loved the way my lips could be apricot flavored and a fleshy pink all at once and my condensed persona, I think I loved you, and your baby curls and your moody whispers and the stinging feel of your stubble grazing my lips, I think I loved you.