if you died today
my eulogy for you would merely be me listing all the reasons I loved your lips
the way the spoke with kindness and respect
the way they curved up at the edges with laughter
the way they kissed with passion
the way they emitted sighs of contentment
but your lips were merely a figment of my imagination and the stuff dreams are made of
“Kiss me,” she said. 
“In every way. . .
possible
imaginable
probable
viable
thinkable
advisable
feasible
available
conceivable. . .
. . .now,” she said.
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
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