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“I Remember You Best as the Man

asleep on my chest, warm breath somehow
the exact opposite of sex. How I came

to know you take your tea with honey
if I got any. Sugar? Then nothing. It's true

we teach each other how we want
to be held. You brimming hot - another mug

I had to shuffle-step up a narrow stair. Once
right after waking and always again, but decaf

before turning in. Because loving you
was another impossibility, who was I

to notice when it happened? When it did
it bloomed in me, milk in the sleeping dark.”
― Robert Wood Lynn, Mothman Apologia