This one time...

“Who told you?"
“Told me what?’’
“Where I was.’’
“Were you hiding?’’
“Yes, I don’t normally crouch down like this.’’
“Who were you hiding from?’’
“…You…’’ He shuffled his feet.
“Why?’’
Heavy sigh, “Because, you make me nervous.’’
“Oh.”
Then I kissed him.

You smell of onions

I thought I said
No onions.

Did i not order,
Cheese
Pickle
Lettuce
Mayonnaise
and No
Onions?

Why do you keep putting them on?

They are harsh. The texture is
Vulgar.
It just doesn't blend well.

Too many layers,
I say.
The onion is too complex,
not satisfying.
Traveling through layers,
Ending up only with

Bitter.
They make me cry.
I don't want to cry.
Too much
Sodium
To my diet.

Cheese
Pickle
Lettuce
Mayonnaise

No
Onions.

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I kept the taste of your
sweet breath,
savoring the words you wouldn’t say:
our goodbye.

Your arms secured my body,
like ropes holding the ship to its shore,
cradling each side gently
as the unsteady surface below quivered
pulling me close;
I wasn’t letting go.

Your hands were mocking mine,
making a memory of each curve,
consuming heat through
the 100% gray cotton,
pushing on every muscle
to remember what strength feels like.

Your eyes fell intensely into mine,
falling deep
your hazel into my blue
swimming for an invitation.
I’m sure you felt my heart clap,
our bodies were pressed
so close.

You smiled at my reaction
and at the sound the crickets made,
quickening their pace from the
heat we radiated.

Your hands, tracing up my spine,
tingling my senses
till your palms cradled my face in between.
you held me there so I would listen.

“goodbye’’
your lips spoke to mine.
“goodbye”
mine spoke back.

Our language we kept in sync,
singing in harmony
for our last brief moment.

Then,
you pulled away.

Your head lights were smudged
by the combination of salt and water,
Still,

I kept watching
as my world changed.

not done yet... but this is an improvement.