M.
You wear purple well.
So well, I slip from my chair.
Blushing red, bruised blue.

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C.
My hand on your face.
Why you placed it there, who knows?
Our bones feel reborn.

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P.
Coffee dates with you:
I’m in love with our laughter.
Why’d you bring him, too?

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B.
I can touch your fear.
I approach with forgiveness,
But you maintain walls.