I don’t want to kiss you

But the memory of a kiss lights our outline.

We are newborn friends with matching hips

And I feel your ascending exterior as we continue to turn.

Rounding each corner becomes better than the kiss 

It becomes the kiss,

The opening of doors:

One at the cheek

One at the belly

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Speaks Your Name

 About longing for subtleties

(Because every sip of you stirs deep)

 About experiencing dawn in slow motion

(Because knowing you reminds me to note every shift in color and light)

About yielding to the sweetness of beginning

(Because every song now speaks your name)

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