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Description
this is a feeling
like your lips
on the taut muscles of my neck
and you are trying not to imagine
my fingers on your skin
-shallow breath and unwrapping quickly-
a feeling like high expectations
that will be
crushed
by the kiss of the early sun on your forehead.

***

there is a girl
with a smell like
dew and freshly cut grass—
she has
cleanscrubbed cheeks
with no makeup and she
walks
down the street without shoes
—(her feet whisper
secrets to
the pavement.)

i dreamt that i
met her and
her fingers were cold on my arm.
she giggled and
wondered out loud
whether i was in love.

if you ask her
she will tell you that the
stars are singing,
but her eyes are empty
and she has forgotten the words.

***
i am afraid if i touch
the trail of memories that these
tears have left on your cheek
you will turn into smoke and
i will never be able
to hold you.
please let me close my eyes
and lay here next to you
and I will pretend
that I can’t
hear the wind.
(it is shaking the window and
whispering that
‘secrets are the same as lies’)

Description
this is a feeling
like your lips
on the taut muscles of my neck
and you are trying not to imagine
my fingers on your skin
-shallow breath and unwrapping quickly-
a feeling like high expectations
that will be
crushed
by the kiss of the early sun on your forehead.

***

there is a girl
with a smell like
dew and freshly cut grass—
she has
cleanscrubbed cheeks
with no makeup and she
walks
down the street without shoes
—(her feet whisper
secrets to
the pavement.)

i dreamt that i
met her and
her fingers were cold on my arm.
she giggled and
wondered out loud
whether i was in love.

if you ask her
she will tell you that the
stars are singing,
but her eyes are empty
and she has forgotten the words.

***
i am afraid if i touch
the trail of memories that these
tears have left on your cheek
you will turn into smoke and
i will never be able
to hold you.
please let me close my eyes
and lay here next to you
and I will pretend
that I can’t
hear the wind.
(it is shaking the window and
whispering that
‘secrets are the same as lies’)