B.m

And once he comes

he comes 

And when he does

he does. 

And in the loneliest 

of hours

he smiles

And he smiles

because he can’t do

anything else. 

And

And once he decides

to love you

he loves you 

And when he loves 

it’s a magical compression 

of all the elements 

of beauty in this world. 

And I can’t 

I can’t stop crying

And he

he can’t stop laughing 

And we’re both

in hysterics of sorts

Of sorts

for hours 

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