"Tangled Up"

And I love your curly Q’s. The way they sway, in the wind, when you walk. How they hide your smile if I stare too long. And the way they bounce, in bed, when I’m making love to you.

And I can’t wait to see them jump as I pick you up. Reunited at last with the sunset at our backs and the last light, of the day, shimmering through your curly Q’s.
I am a nothing dreaming of something unknown.

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