I wonder how old your smile,
how far your hemisphere:
fringes of your admired shape,
traces of your desired smell.
Might they reveal what clouds know.
Perhaps measure a held glance,
the flowers in your hair.
Perhaps discover
a here without a where.
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 15, 2022 at 12:53 PM UTC
I wonder how old your smile,
how far your hemisphere:
fringes of your admired shape,
traces of your desired smell.
Might they reveal what clouds know.
Perhaps measure a held glance,
the flowers in your hair.
Perhaps discover
a here without a where.
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