Twenty-one years since our first date.
Crossing a threshold, more years together than not.
We talk and dream and laugh
and sometimes cry.
We ache and burn and soothe.
We hear though sometimes we do not listen
and want to throttle and curse
and laugh again.
We shower one another with kisses
and words whispered in lust
and hearts full
of everything and everyone we’ve ever been,
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