i'm failing to regard the headlights and blaring horns
even though i'm lying in the middle of an intersection,
lying on the bitter pavement at night while their fluorescent
streetlights reflect on the sidewalks; and i might have been hit
or even run over but i'd never notice or feel the pain anyways;
i'm too busy focusing on the rogue-colored flower petals
that blossom along my high cheekbones when i think of you.
i never left the car last night where your sugar-softened lips
enveloped mine in a cloud of warm ardor; where your honeyed
fingertips traced secret notes on my drunken skin like the frantic
wings of bumblebees and hummingbirds, alighting on daisy after
daisy; where your name assembled on my tongue and fell as ripe
fruit, as a raindrop, and i breathed my loving caresses into your
dewy collar bone, into that tiny hollow at the base of your neck;
where i pressed my urgent mouth to your high cheekbone and
counted the trademark freckles i found there as i did so.
i was the one who never took my eyes off of you last night
as you conquered the world, and when you finally stopped to
press a freshly-plucked daisy into my waiting hand, the most
important words had already assembled on my tongue,
i love you
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