there’s delight
in the way you laugh
like a watercolor sky
storms of ivory
and cheek bones
floating along
a river of milk and honey
the tip
of your tongue
peeks behind
a gap tooth
get lost in the moment
and bite down
silent
eccentric
body limp
to your knees
almost always until the air
you’ve collected in your lungs
vanishes
here lies you
the best part of you
like a little death in me
but isn’t that how it usually goes
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