Over Time
Understandably,
we were worn out with love,
romantic movies gave you hives,
love poetry often made me gag.
We had this thing going on,
love and hate had mingled,
ennui and elan had given birth
to a redeemed vision
of that far too simple word.
When we kiss now,
that lip-to-lip caress
has exponentially evolved,
into a whole lexicon
of newfound endearments.
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