four.

[sidewayseeing]

Today, while walking, I was stopped
by a man with a scarf
and a multitude of questions.
I suppose that I may have been reciting.
It is a habit, one must understand.
Merely a murmuring of favored words
to keep me company.
I do not think it any more odd than people who talk to blue teeth.
(Really. What could one possible have to discuss with machinery

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[bacchiclaureate]

Baby, that's a lot of words.

[sidewayseeing]

There were more.
There would be more.
If I had discussed the rest of the interview.
But the questions
were considerably less proper
as they went on.

[bacchiclaureate]

How much less proper

[sidewayseeing]

Nothing I have not heard before.

[xworthless_onex]

I think it's the feeling of their eyelashes on your neck as they fall asleep to a lullaby.

I wish you had been my mother

[sidewayseeing]

Oh, it has been such a  l o n g  time since my boys were near that size.

But, I imagine,
love feels quite a bit like that
regardless of height.

[xworthless_onex]

I was taken from my boys when they were that age.

But, they can still fall asleep against you, regardless of age I think. Boys always need their mothers.

[sidewayseeing]

And you will return to them at that age
when we return.

A mother can certainly hope so.
And leave space between her arms.
(In case.)

[inspiredvoice]

Love is swimming a sea for your lover and drowning on the way.
It is hanging yourself because your lover drowned.

It's defying your King for the sake of a dead brother.

It's longing for your love long after they have forgotten you.

[delightindance]

You inspired me to answer~

[inspiredvoice]

I still have the mojo!

[delightindance]

I knew you had it in you!

[delightindance]

Love is the feeling of that other person in your arms, as you sway to the music only the two of you can hear.

It's leaping and spinning towards each other, brushing and spinning away before you come back for more.

It's that magnetic pull you can never get enough of.

[sidewayseeing]

It is a good question, I think,
because there is no one answer.
Even from both sides of the same love.

[delightindance]

Very true cousin. I think that's what makes it so delightfully inspiring.

[justfivemore]

You.

[sidewayseeing]

How you spoil me, my love.
Always you.

[justfivemore]

I do absolutely nothing of the sort. Is it truly spoiling when it is deserved?

Your children will not call me the dragon if I come for lunch, will they?

[sidewayseeing]

Do you not?
I did not say that I objected, love.

Oh, of course not. They would undoubtedly be delighted should you come and visit.
(And you are no dragon, dear.)