my love

my only

my world and every little twinkling bit of something in it.
that is what you are.
that is what this is.
when i work
i miss your hands
you have beautiful hands
you taste like bread
you say i taste like water
you say you were with me in all the past lives
like romeo
tristan
like juliet
isolde
like orpheus
eurydice
bread and water
there is nothing else to want for.
now kiss me you fool.

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