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Nov 2016
A time and a place
And a coo and an embrace
We etch our baby talk in simmering salt
I remark I know just the warmth of your smell
And the way your cheeks are a fuzzy ruddy red
When those sweet nurturing eyes
Open and gaze at me
In the early morning light.

From the beginning
I felt a sophisticated maturity
Glazed with elation
That still whistles in my ear
As I cuddle up next to you
In the little home we are growing together.

I remember you were sweaty
The first time we met
The fumes of a business day leaking out
Of your masculine
But sensitive pores
Me, dressed entirely in white
We drank an entire bottle of red wine
Recalling how it happened
I look so eager to returning to you
In the love of December.

As it continued on
And even still in moments
I would narrow my green snake eyes
Words and actions so generously
Flow from you
But I know I too
Can teach you a thing or two
And you would gaze back at me
Across your (I think its?) marble stone counter
Nothing to challenge
No cool retort to gain
Just with those open, soft, knowing
Eyes of abundance.

I push my own buttons
And have timed myself accordingly
We've both noticed I've settled down a decibel or two
Since the moment I met you
Its challenging the junctures we hit
Where I think and I say
"In a lot of ways, you're watching me grow up"
And you always let me have it
You let me have my moments of shinedom
And moments of my inexplicable darkness
But still tip your hat
To tilt and repeat to say
Baby the worlds a big place.

I haven't really seen or done all that much
But then again I have
I feel jealousy over any thought of you without me
Because its innate in me
But I'm growing and going
My own way as you travel alongside me.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Weeping willow
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