You know how they say
all the lasting couples look
as though they're related?
I look for your eyes in every girl
I pass on the street,
trying to find your match.
I'll even smile at them
to try to catch one back
so I can inspect the shape
of their teeth.
I crave an adventure,
and I mean that
exactly how it sounds.
Other things.
I crave other things.
This is honesty.
But honesty
is not what you want.
I carry this
like the worst secret
I've ever had.
It was just so impossible,
kissing you, my back against
ocean rock.
The scrapes I took away
by the time the moon
was up. I wonder what your neighbors
thought of me; some mornings
the light had barely
been out.
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