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  • long ago
    we kissed in that room.
    our glasses clicked
    and i giggled
    still new to the world of glasses and stuff.
    and love
    and stuff.

    didn't think la corazon could still do that -
    blow open like an East Coast peony -
    and claim a room with such certainty.
    and matter-of-fact permanence.

    felt you back.
    in your hands holding my face as my legs shook.
    ...thought i'd fall down.
    with too much. with recognition. foredained inevitability.
    with oh-my-fucking-god whelm-age.

    and you stood quiet
    holding my face, my shakey,
    your hands stilled
    i was panicking like a racehorse.
    ahead, even the easy way out
    loomed Sisyphus. then the secular deus-ex-maniacal laughter
    as it all blew up.

    like Wile E. Coyote,
    i keep detonating the TNT and blowing myself up.
    to see if you'll scare away.
    but you're still there.

    we staggering, separate, for now,
    toward the What Now? ahead.

    te quiero. nada mas, nada menos.
    simply Is.
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