once was the moment pretty,
our toes sunk into the evening grass
looking at you, feeling the forceful
pressure of love, like accelerating
the car into an incline, and just as
thrill-full
your voice arousing giddy, a sugar-
candy tingling high; in my palm i
squashed the tender flower’s
blooming for monstrously disrupting
the sweetest tunes of you
softness in your whisper, my little
mouse in a corner, said timidly to
me, come closer, enough for skin
here and skin there to giggle at its
first touch
falling for you was i, the child,
rolling down the hillside laughing,
hair a mess, filled with leaves the
color of cheeks blushing, the
November sun sinking, and once
intangible bliss
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