how it happened

let me just say this... your yellow and green mine the avocado bowl was yours and then yellow a small observatory— clear and my green and perfect for viewing yellow the awe that are the avocado green greens, like a night sky blue  black               sky bright then mellow,                it a touch of some strange texture was dying and coming to life with your tongue, like the snowflakes that fall our avocado bowl from the sky, melt on your sits still on the shelf lips and then on mine, this the sky is how we came to it it is clear our avocadoes always sat there is love together, stacked and mythic in all over us tonight the corner of the fruit basket, like stonehenge waiting to be explored as they aged.  we never separated them, yours and mine, we ate of them by ripeness (sometimes i would steal one of yours and you would steal one of mine...they weren’t held hostage, just died a quick death in our mouths) we never spoke of this one night, your dark frame like a picture bumpy from the sun you yield to the knife (even a butter knife works) in a deft twist, you are open and separated revealing your smooth perfection you yield, you do not surrender you make me wait your yellow and green yellow and green pulse and perfect little scoop, then mine,

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