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a poem (escapril day nine)

would it be so absurd for you to draw circles around my heart, to pick me? 

i’m no house with a picket fence and bright green lawn, but i can love, love, love.

and i don’t know when i placed myself on sale like this, but i guess i’ve done more foolish things. 

now, it goes like this:

the fruit is peeled and ready, and so are we.

waves crash against sandcastles and we chuckle like animals.

you tell me you love the ocean, and i look to the sea with envy.

the sun is harsh, but we lay there sun kissed anyway - kissed anyway.

and when we get home i hide all the catalogues, get them ready to burn, except for one.

i like how you draw your circles, and i want the reminder forever.