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sometimes your face
is wire-y like goats,
and that is funny to me.

sometimes you whimper
in your sleep,
and you kick your legs,
and you throw off my arms,
and sometimes I feel slighted
but mostly just a little frightened
for you.

sometimes you smile
like your father,
with your eyes crinkled
and your teeth hold presence
as you half choke
on your laughter.

sometimes your glasses
are on the floor,
and the contours of your cheeks
are exposed,
the shape of your eyes,
the depth and the
sound of them.
the freckles that I trace
with my ring finger,
barely there.

my heart beats faster
there.

sometimes I breathe
you in like a chemical,
like a painful addiction
we might both fall privy to.
but it does not always
hurt.

sometimes my body
stretches like fields,
dreaming of grassy terrain
where we might
indulge with some rest
someday.

sometimes I bite
into my pillow,
clutching both sides
with a great might
to stop the excitement
of seeing you
the following night.

sometimes I say
ridiculous things
that I wish I could retract,
and in place of all
my judgments,
inappropriate comments,
irrationality,
I would speak to you
only in poetry.

I would find a prettier
more original
sincere way
to say
"I love you".

Description
sometimes your face
is wire-y like goats,
and that is funny to me.

sometimes you whimper
in your sleep,
and you kick your legs,
and you throw off my arms,
and sometimes I feel slighted
but mostly just a little frightened
for you.

sometimes you smile
like your father,
with your eyes crinkled
and your teeth hold presence
as you half choke
on your laughter.

sometimes your glasses
are on the floor,
and the contours of your cheeks
are exposed,
the shape of your eyes,
the depth and the
sound of them.
the freckles that I trace
with my ring finger,
barely there.

my heart beats faster
there.

sometimes I breathe
you in like a chemical,
like a painful addiction
we might both fall privy to.
but it does not always
hurt.

sometimes my body
stretches like fields,
dreaming of grassy terrain
where we might
indulge with some rest
someday.

sometimes I bite
into my pillow,
clutching both sides
with a great might
to stop the excitement
of seeing you
the following night.

sometimes I say
ridiculous things
that I wish I could retract,
and in place of all
my judgments,
inappropriate comments,
irrationality,
I would speak to you
only in poetry.

I would find a prettier
more original
sincere way
to say
"I love you".