day three.

what we are. 
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we are not you

we are not quick embraces

in parked cars,

we are looks

across rooms.

we are not fevered kisses

and fumbling hands,

bodies knowing each other

before hearts or minds

ever do

we are not outlandish promises,

we are honest omissions

we are love

not in your hard

rocking

uncontrollable

fleeting

kind of way

we are slow

and steady 

and deep

and constant

marking days on calender

and making plans

and shyly smiling

from a distance.