today, as we played
she said, “I didn’t know your ribs were ticklish.”
i thought of how
i know where you like
to be kissed
and stroked
but i didn’t know all
your soft places
and you didn’t know mine
(hurt happened)
as i started crying,
she said, “maybe this isn’t a good time for the tickle game.”
and i realized
sometimes
it takes a long to know someone’s soft places
(that’s what makes love worth it)
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