day one hundred four

I loved you

I loved you when I was a kid 

tight hands slow dancing on the damp terra-cotta kitchen floor 

I loved you when I was angry in a little while, years, far from your flow and cold 

And still, when life was full and my curves said so, while the summer sun set in orange, yellow, and memories of you 

I loved you in the morning, breaking light on the sleeping brown of your dimpled cheek 

I loved you with my hands, and my hair on fire

I loved you with my pieces and tissues 

I loved you when the whole room took our air, breathing it tightly in the moment between 

I loved you sweet, slow, and in nightshades 

I loved you then 

I loved you now 

I loved you, in the bitter end ...

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