One year of butterflies and playful flirtation,
backed by the security that I could always,
always, fall back into your tummy blindly,
arms crossed tight over my chest,
the best friendship test isn't planned.
One year of getting to know each other,
could have been dangerous,
our vines wrapped around ankles and necks,
ready to unsheathe thorns or flowers,
and the latter bloomed at the sight of our tender souls.
One year of glowing white pearls,
the size of smiles from ear to ear,
they opened to release long bursts of laughter,
and at the end of the disrupted and loud exhales,
I looked forward to the inhalation of your love.













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