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[aedrais]

Conversations (love, in many words.)

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i.  It could be that we’re done, bundled
    ungracefully and tied with bits of black lace and heartstrings. My
    life ends with yours, you said,
    and all your gold-dusted eyes.

I’ve only two, I laughed.

Yes. But they go on forever.

ii.   Softly, oh
     slowly. Your voice is my favourite
     shade of red, you whispered. Off-key looks good on you.

I would hit you if you weren’t kissing me.

iii.   I painted my toenails
      yesterday, and I laughed today because you noticed.

Almost, you confess, I almost didn’t. But
      the colour reflected off your eyelashes, and I
      was just stopping to count them. I do that sometimes.

You do, I nodded. I know you do.

iv.   Even when the space between us is big
      enough to cradle echoes, the acoustics aren’t bad. I
      made a north star of your breathing while
      our love was spanning oceans,
      and it never let me down.

But did you really consult it for direction?

Every night, I replied.
      Every single night.

v.  Describe yourself as you exist in
     this exact moment. Just one word.

Dizzy, I said. I’m dizzy. And you?

I’m just watching you spin.

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