long ago Oct 27, 2020

my finger does a slow honeybee dance
across the palm of his hand
"will you love me when i'm old" he says
i say of course babe. even more than i do now
he smiles like i'm playing a trick on him
"really?" yes, i say, love is like a tree
it grows and grows and has more and more leaves
"until they fall off" he says
until they fall off. but they grow back.
"until they don't" he says
it's just a metaphor, i say
he sticks out his tongue
and we eat our pancakes
in silence

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long ago

links to:
- a distant reflection
- all souls
- all that you can take with you is that which you give away.
- Exsanguineous
- far away
- sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
- the ecstasy of silence

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