and the miles that separate us
taste like dust in my mouth
when i open my lungs to breathe
open this chest of drawers
beside my head, and pull out
all the letters i never sent:
remind me, again why i never wrote
you with all the words i used
to sing myself to sleep?
my hands are full of glitter,
diamond sparkle in the light:
i crushed the coal of dreams embittered
with my bare hands until it was
nothing more than shine, golden
light and smiles white
slide my fingers over skin, warm
like a summer's day – you taste
of laughter and smell like the sun
where your legs brush mine; where
our hands tangle and our breath
mingles, and i dream on and
on and
on
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