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What are you?"Paul?"
"What are you?"
"What are you?"
"Well, John, I'm a human being, in case you haven't noticed, and I'm a-"
"No, no. Idiot. I mean, what are you?"
"I'm not following ya, darling."
"Well, okay, put it this way; are you my boyfriend? 'Cause that sounds bloody stupid."
"Err, I don't know, Johnny. You decide?"
"Hm Seeing as I'm in love with you 'n all, I suppose that qualifies you to being more than just me best mate, or 'some guy I occasionally shag'."
"You're most welcome."
"So, what am I then?"
"That's what I don't know!"
"How about... Lover?"
"Pfft. What are you, a girl?"
"No, I was thinking more like... Lover boy."
"Are you giving me your bedroom eyes, Paul?"
"Why, yes, I think I am."
"Well, stop it, they're distracting me. I'm trying to think here."
"It's hard, y'know."
"Well, let's just settle for boyfriend, then?"
"Do you want to be 'that guy I threw off the bloody balcony'?"
"Fucking hell, I was just kidd
"Thanks," Paul said shortly, preoccupied with the pen and paper on the table in front of him, though he couldn't really help but letting a smile spread slightly over his lips.
"I'm drunk." John almost sounded surprised, as if this fact just occurred to him.
"How much did I drink?"
"I dunno. An ocean, probably."
John started giggling so hysterically he rolled off the bed with a loud thump. A moment's silence followed, then John said again as he sat himself up on the carpeted floor;
"Mhm?" the younger man answered, having barely noticed John's little accident.
"You're really pretty."
"You too, Johnny."
"I'm in love with you, Paul."
A warm feeling managed to cut through his focus at this, filling him up and causing a smile to sneak into his features once again, but not being drawn from his current occupation enough to think of a proper response, Paul just answered;
John fell silent again and the scratching sound of p
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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