Your laugh.
The big one.
The loud one.
The "I'm at home laugh."
Not the quiet, public laugh;
the polite titter for
dinner with aquantances.
I want the big throated, down deep laugh.
I want your breathless whispers against my neck.
I want one of those hugs you give me when you mean it. The desperate embrace.
I want minutes. All of them... to soak up the seconds as the thirsty are nourished by dewdrops.
I will love all of the sadness and uncertainy and anxiety.
These are minutes too.
I wish I'd been better, sooner.
I've loved you so much for so long it feels like all of the love that ever was
Over the course
Of forever.
I love you so much that I wish I had a unique word.
A language singularity
that was only for you.
A word that I didn't have to share with shampoo commercials and free lunches and other people.
I (______) you with all my heart. Know that. On this, the fakest of all holidays,
Tha one that you hate the most,
Please know that I ( _____ ) you.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
Your laugh.
The big one.
The loud one.
The "I'm at home laugh."
Not the quiet, public laugh;
the polite titter for
dinner with aquantances.
I want the big throated, down deep laugh.
I want your breathless whispers against my neck.
I want one of those hugs you give me when you mean it. The desperate embrace.
I want minutes. All of them... to soak up the seconds as the thirsty are nourished by dewdrops.
I will love all of the sadness and uncertainy and anxiety.
These are minutes too.
I wish I'd been better, sooner.
I've loved you so much for so long it feels like all of the love that ever was
Over the course
Of forever.
I love you so much that I wish I had a unique word.
A language singularity
that was only for you.
A word that I didn't have to share with shampoo commercials and free lunches and other people.
I (______) you with all my heart. Know that. On this, the fakest of all holidays,
Tha one that you hate the most,
Please know that I ( _____ ) you.
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