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Feb 2014
A new place but a familiar face
A chilled pace but a warm embrace
The elegant flair of a persistant stare
Crushed this brief and beautiful love affair.

I always look up
Fourteen inches
That is the distance from your love to mine.
It's far, this I know.
But maybe that’s good.
Because I don't need a hero,
I need a challenge.

Sheets rustled and bare feet brushed,
Real life vaguely flickers in the back of my mind.
Because all I want is to discover you.
Like learning the words to an old favorite song.
All is you.
Your fingers wrapped tightly around mine
Like you never expected it
Like the friction never even occurred to you
Wool igniting my cold skin
Sparks flying
Silent sparks
Love bigger than I'd ever seen
Arm across my waist
With nothing but the straining city lights and the bitter cold air on our side.
And together we walked those frigid, familiar streets of Denver as if they were the alleys of our intangible San Francisco
sydney joyce
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