But I still remember the last time you kissed me;
your tongue traced mine like a familiar souvenir
and my jaw clenched so tightly that my teeth became castles
but you kissed me harder, harder
and I felt a clicking sensation in my mouth
as my jaw melted back into place
and I thought,
this is what shoestrings must feel like
after being double-knotted all day
and then untied at the mercy of the person
who made them that way in the first place.

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