I trace my dedication
to you
with a fingernail pen,
delighting at the way
the pale inscription
on you
blossoms with breath.
Anyone else would
blush at this verse
but you;
I am never more a poet
than in these moments,
with you:
this casual meter
between us
built of shivering.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 11:23 AM UTC
I trace my dedication
to you
with a fingernail pen,
delighting at the way
the pale inscription
on you
blossoms with breath.
Anyone else would
blush at this verse
but you;
I am never more a poet
than in these moments,
with you:
this casual meter
between us
built of shivering.
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