i think if you had worn
your tie in a double windsor
i might have loved you a little
bit more. silk sliding against silk
sliding against an overly starched
collar. i want, maybe, to see
you loosen your tie in
frustration- but this has nothing
to do with planets orbiting the sun
which have nothing to do with the
way you offered to pay for
dinner or how you squeezed
my hand and leaned in to
whisper that your suit is
genuine armani
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