One afternoon,
when we were autumning and such,
you asked me
when I would, finally,
and
why not now
I never understood,
the way that your eyes
changed what they saw,
making something
out of every shifting mass,
and yet --
One afternoon,
twisted, and interlaced,
I answered your question
in the affirmative,
and
you answered questions
I'd never thought to ask
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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