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 Aug 2018
Calli Kirra
I saw you in the light of the Mayfair sun
And the sky cracked open
Wide, and blinding
Bigger than the whole city
Deeper than lighting striking a valley
Hot white silver as my heart
As holy as the ocean
With no end, and no clear start
Velvet like the lines in your palms
Breathtaking as the thread we’re hanging on
You guessed it, I’ve been inspired.
 Aug 2018
Calli Kirra
Drinking gin in the park
You look at me
And you’re every single stop, long pause, start
You’re everything that sets a jump in my heart
Everything I want to breathe in
You are mid August
On the backs of my legs
The smell on my hair,
It gives away that I’ve been
Curled into your chest,
My face in your neck,
Pleading for you to stay
Praying to a righteous God
That for us,
It’s just another Thursday
Another fragmented love letter.
 Aug 2018
Calli Kirra
So used to wasting water,
Letting it fall and slide between my fingers
And you,
You pull me softly down like a glittering river
Like getting lost in a story or a dream
That could surely last forever
Here I am just soaking wet
Clothes heavy and dripping on the tile floor,
Reaching down,
Begging to join yours
You, staring into me
With the greenest things I’ve ever seen
Spreading out until they’re everything

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