I love you.
Your lips
and how you
put your teeth first.
How you tickle yourself
silly
with your incisors
as you think.
I love your depth.
Your black eyes
and curly
animal hair.
The things you say
are too important
to be remembered.
They are better for
cups of coffee in Mcdonald's
while I perform
necromancy
over a small cup
and need
some higher power
to call upon.
You said:
"Some call it coincidence,
but I like to call it fate."
I love you Yukimi,
love me forever
my little woodpecker.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 4:09 PM UTC
I love you.
Your lips
and how you
put your teeth first.
How you tickle yourself
silly
with your incisors
as you think.
I love your depth.
Your black eyes
and curly
animal hair.
The things you say
are too important
to be remembered.
They are better for
cups of coffee in Mcdonald's
while I perform
necromancy
over a small cup
and need
some higher power
to call upon.
You said:
"Some call it coincidence,
but I like to call it fate."
I love you Yukimi,
love me forever
my little woodpecker.
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