we sat in front of the television
our hands were together within a box of
gluten-free almond crunches
and our fingers grabbed another
you and i stared at each other
drinking in the steely blue flow of the tv
your eyes donned blue flickering black luminescent spots
we blinked in sync
as commercials bombarded us with life
changing mechanisms
we moved closer and i caressed your face
and i kissed you with
barbeque sauce breath
where you
licked my lips and called me
delicious
the remote hit the floor
turned
the tv off and
abrupt silence smoked signs
at our heads as the box
of gluten-free almond crunches
found the floor
setting free
gluten-free
almond crunches
and the floor tasted like barbeque sauce
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