We were so human, and our hands, would sweat.
Even after years of our shameless love,
butterflies sucker punched the lining of my stomach.
They begged me to choke.
Bee hives would consume
the vocal chord rhythm I created
In every hum I made
while you softly
draped your arms
around my velvet skin.
They prompted
my quick responses,
and slept soundly
after every
I love you passed.
And this,
this memory keeps me alive.
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