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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I regarded us on Tuesday, after finding Monet in the closet, and thought our lives resembled institutions, I thought I'd tack that painting right above the fireplace, I imagined we'd laugh... He took ten minutes to figure it out, he took fifteen to tell me, he took three minutes more to kiss my lips and I told him he was seven minutes late, so he glanced to the clock that raced tomorrow above my head and told me that late was better than never as he grabbed tomorrow right out of my hair... This tangled me, you see, and I gasped for air as my thighs fell apart, it seemed to be distinctly him as he swirled into me, and I lost the definition of myself shortly after Wednesday rose, and we smeared Van Gogh all over the walls as my screams became edible and he licked his lips as I sighed his name, he removed the fabric that kept me warm, he wrote forever with his tongue and I thought, better forever than gone, right before I dissolved into nowhere.... I think my hand prints were distorted and I searched his chest for some resemblance of sanity, but I only found myself in the swirls of moonlight that ventured in through the window we tried to block... he had told me of blankets years ago and I wished they would cover me when December came, but I haven't seen December yet though I've watched snow fall and settle on his eyelashes, I've studied the melting of time when he blinks... “You have the most beautiful eyes in the world,” I informed him, minutes after the night solidified herself and I realized we were tired. “No, I don't,” he replied, in a tone that sunk beneath Tuesday, and offered me the calm of Monet... “You do,” he whispered, and I could hear that smile and the echoes of his eyes closing, I could hear myself enter his dreams as I watched my hair flow abstractly through the weeks he remembered, and sometime before I fell asleep, thinking about St. Petersburg when the visions that dance underneath my eyelids resemble the imagination of Salvador Dali, he told me he loved me... right on time.
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