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there are countless stories
tucked in the creases of your skin -
read to me
The warmth of fresh clothes
from the dryer hugs me
like you used to, Mama
Hurry up and kiss me -
Our love’s fleeting like snow
On the street we met
Love culminates with
Delicacy between our
Shaking fingertips
I long for that sweet,
Ephemeral moment of ecstasy:
Your kiss
My pen sputters and stalls -
Check engine light flashing
Behind my eyelids
My chest and spirits
Rise in tandem as I breathe
The essence of you

— The End —