warm honey ▸ poetry

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I still remember this one day we were standing in your driveway and
you scooped me up into your arms
your long, skinny arms that I love
and you wrapped me into a warm hug and you nuzzled your chin against the top of my head and you shouted a quiet shout in a tone
a tone I had never heard you speak in before
(a love-struck tone)
you shouted a quiet shout
and you said you called me
the light of your life.