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This Afternoon

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Fall in love with me a little. And we'll spend the rest of our years in this afternoon.

My eyes will meet yours and look away. My hand will run through your hair and stop. My fingers will find yours and pull away, and then find yours again. We'll drink coffee and sit on stairs that end too quickly. The sunlight will highlight your profile a little too well. My skin will look a little too luminous.

I'm not a poet, my darling. Poets are decievers through refrain. Instead, I'll read you speeches from Shakespeare and enthrall you with my ancient eyes.

I'm not a poet, my sweet. Poets betray themselves in lyrical verse. Instead, I'll tell you stories and make you wonder with a voice that will make you drowsy in the winter sun.

You're not a poet either. Poets sing too soon with no music. Instead, you ebb your emotions through your musician's fingers on methodical frets.

You're not a poet either. Poets layer emotions through hollow words. Instead, you amaze me with your wine rich voice and eyes that speak volumes.

We feel different this afternoon. Even when we are who we were two days ago. You're new to me and I'm new to you. I'm not a poet, darling. But forgive me these words...

Fall in love with me a little. And we'll spend the rest of our years in this afternoon.
I feel moments a little too deeply. I shouldn't. They leave a dull ache within your soul.
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