Challenge
what’s with everyone’s obsession with love?
Calluses
It's summer and we're drunk on dandelion wine,
your fingers all chipped nail polish and calluses and perfection,
threading daisies into a crown you place on my head like a halo,
giggling as it falls.
I met a girl, once,
who would write poems on the backs of resturaunt napkins
because they were just a little bit magic
and I think this is a little bit magic, too,
this moment, pinned between fragility and forever,
where it's enough to not feel quite so alone anymore.
I don't know if I would call what we have obsession
but the sweetness on your tounge is my favorite poem.
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