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Sep 2013
Fingertips to lips
legs tangled together;
uncertainty coats your eyelashes.

Little kisses on the nose
forehead, chin;
we know what's coming next.

Your face is buried in
the nape of my neck;
we are cheek to cheek.

I align my nose with yours
our lips centimeters apart

                             Breathe
                   deeply

one...
                           two...
                                                    three
­
          F    
     a                      i                
        l                       n                      f
            l                 t                    o
                                  o       ­          u
                                                       r

Pull away
           eyes open

                        smile at
                                  perfection.
Haley Rezac
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