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Frog Tails Day 14With Dad and me both working to generate an unusually mutual income, we weren't bad off, but the financial drain of having a nice house and my eventually saving up for a car meant that we'd never really had the chance to travel. Even when we'd had enough extra money, there was never time. I'd never been outside the country, and the farthest I'd ever gone from Rosemère was Londonthe one in Ontario, not England. That was my only excuse for being surprised that the twins had seen snow before.
"I didn't know it snowed in Vancouver "
Faron laughed and threw a snowball at me, hitting me in the stomach. "Why wouldn't it?"
I didn't have a ready answer, so I just threw a snowball back at him. My knee was cramping from being bent to keep my double-socked foot out of the snow, but it did make any kind of movement interesting. I glanced over to check on Lee, who was making snow angels. He still hadn't said
Frog Tails Day 13It didn't take as long to fall asleep as I'd thought, but when I was starting to slip onto the bridge between slumber and waking up, I dreamed that I was buried alive. When I cared enough to open my eyes, I saw a solemn little face staring down at me.
"Hi " I couldn't breathe well with Lee sitting on my chest like that, but it was technically our first time meeting ever, so I wasn't sure how to get him off me.
He couldn't have weighed that much, but he was sitting right on my chest. After a few more seconds of staring at me, he broke out into a completely unexpected smile, showing off uncommonly sharp canines. I smiled back automatically, then patted the tiny expanse of bed beside me.
Thankfully, he took the hint and crawled off of my chest. The rush of air availability made me dizzy, in spite of my supine position. A skinny little arm draped over my torso, but Lee didn't squeeze like Faron had. He
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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