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if one morning you rise and decide you no longer crave oat milk cappuccinos,

or soup with too much soapy cilantro,

or the way your name is sung in an intonation only a mother could love,


i know one thing for certain,


id do it again


and again


and again


and again


until we have a garden of ripe tomatoes

and bunches of cilantro the size of the moon


until my bones are nearly withered

and my hands are too worn to hold yours


until my eyes can longer trace your outline

and my voice can no longer sing your name


until the next life is our only place to dance

and you probably wouldn’t anyway


until the waterfalls have turned to raindrops on your cheeks,

the mountains have become the mole hills in the garden,

the winding roads have turned to earthworms i store in my pockets,

the seven seas have become the puddles that we stomp in,

and the tree branches have formed into the blue and purple veins taking over our bodies,


id do it for you

again


and again


and again



for my love

jc

love my poem my love my boy <3 oat milk love poem
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