i will never be beautiful enough to make us beautiful together

if I were two inches tall

I would sit on your shoulder all day

and nurture a relationship with your earlobe

my hands would be too small to effectively touch you

I would create empty space using the tip of my tongue and feel afraid of every bone in my body

especially my sit bones

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last night you told me

that everything in your life

is a shade of light green

I touched your leg under the table

you spilled wine on my shoe

the next morning we woke up

thirsty and alone in our respective beds

we allowed tenuously beautiful memories 

to momentarily occupy our minds