Beginning of…

I tell myself don’t
dream too big.
You’re not allowed
to marry her in your head.
It’s absolutely nothing,
but warm cheeks, breathy smiles, and
howdoyouspellyourname–again?
Vacillating woman, chaste girl, I see
violets blooming between her teeth.
You are out of your mind
with infatuation.
Sweetness, a little kindness, this
is not new, but
it is clean.

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