What did I think about before you touched my thigh? Let me say this: Iām going to touch you until my fingers fall off. If my fingers donāt fall off, I will hold your hand even if itās sweaty. And let me say this: You are lovelier than clouds that look like lovely things. I have only loved a few times and the last time was when you rubbed my neck under the monkey bars. We werenāt much younger than we are now. I still have the same haircut. You still have only one dimple. Itās on your left cheek and it looks like you fell on a pebble. I love that it looks like you fell on a pebble. Let me say this: You taste like candy canes. There was a candy cane tree in my old neighborhood. My neighbor hung candy canes on the branches of the willow and I snatched them in the middle of the night. It was December when I rode my bike the quickest, like I was going somewhere to meet you. I like you more than the candy cane tree. Let me say this: I am uncomfortable in my own skin, so I hold your face. I hold your face and your hips but mostly your face. You have a lovely face. Let me say this: I love you like monsters like scaring little kids. I make a list of words I can use to diagram your body: petite, mellifluous, comely, milk, necessary. Please, forgive the humming; you see I rarely taste candy canes in March. When I donāt taste you I taste sweat. Not good sweat, mind you, sweaty sweat from the menās locker room. Sometimes I taste pizza, but thatās only because I loved pizza first. Let me say this: My love for pizza was fleeting. I was young and naive and thought that extra toppings meant something. These are fine days because they end with you. Let me just say this: Iām going to kiss you until my lips fall off. If my lips donāt fall off, I will kiss up your spine until I run out of spine. Then Iāll start over.
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