Walking with dinosaurs,
arms too short to touch
ourselves or even hold
hands. You called me
Tyrannosaur when I
wrestled you to the
ground and bit your neck,
not enough to raise
blood but like beaded
jewels below the milk
surface, they lurk there -
as my love did for you.
In hesitant half-smiles
and looks longer than
regulation. It took
an Ice Age to kill those
beasts, it would take
much more to make me
not want to be your dinosaur.
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I love it!
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Real men write love poems as dinosaurs.
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I can’t take it. The first lines break my heart. This is too much for me. Can one die due to an overkill of laughter?
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