the peaks

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i can pinpoint the moments
in which i reached the peak of love:

one was my cheek pressed against a blue shirt in a cafeteria in the dark
one was two tongues tangled on my front walk the morning after Christmas, early enough so it still looked like night
one was the dying sunlight in front of broken reflections with the smell of cherry blossoms in my head
and one was my swing in my grandmother's old yard, the branches bare on the trees, with hands at my back and laughter in my ears.

there will be more peaks of love for me
but maybe
someone will stick. 

Created: Apr 19, 2012


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