sometimes our love is quiet, elbows resting on the face of water
sometimes it is abrupt like chaos, dropping sharply off into the darkness, brooding, dark, uncooperative. it throws a temper tantrum and begs for lightning from the skies.

sometimes our love is insistent.

the skin on our chests a different color, you from me and i from you

the trains of our hearts pass by, with no less sound than from our lips

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