If they could see how your fingers curl
around a strand of my morning hair,
around a strand of my morning hair,
your breath like silk
on my honest skin,
on my honest skin,
They would be
as in love with you as I am.
as in love with you as I am.
The parentheses that hold your smile.
Beauty in its
simplicity.
Alive in the silence of filtered sunlight.
My thoughts
frozen in a waiting line.
frozen in a waiting line.
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