I should have told you earlier,
over lunch, that I do enjoy
your company. Even though
the eggs were cold and somewhat
runny-- you were the perfect companion.
And I should also mention that I look
for your walk when in a crowd-- the steady
beat your shoes bang out on tar or tile. I pick
you out and decide to love your feet, your toes.
And, lest I forget, when you wrap your legs
around mine--everytime-- I believe this
is how I am to be captured.
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