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Limerence
i. infatuation
silver rings on masculine,
slender fingers ~
expertly rolled blunts
between index and middle;
sweatpants, the nice material;
you know what you’re doing,
and you know
how I’m going to respond;
you’re counting on it
ii. crystallization
guttural groanings, soft sighs
follow me home, in the shadows,
long after you’ve kissed my cheek
and pointed me toward the door ~
sometimes shutting it mid-goodbye;
still, my desire burns, unchecked
for who I wish you’d been just now
iii. Deterioration
I can’t remember your name,
or the way you smiled, if I ever
even saw you happy, but
your voice will haunt me forever
I guess that’s something
silver rings on masculine,
slender fingers ~
expertly rolled blunts
between index and middle;
sweatpants, the nice material;
you know what you’re doing,
and you know
how I’m going to respond;
you’re counting on it
ii. crystallization
guttural groanings, soft sighs
follow me home, in the shadows,
long after you’ve kissed my cheek
and pointed me toward the door ~
sometimes shutting it mid-goodbye;
still, my desire burns, unchecked
for who I wish you’d been just now
iii. Deterioration
I can’t remember your name,
or the way you smiled, if I ever
even saw you happy, but
your voice will haunt me forever
I guess that’s something
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