holding my mouth open to the summer light, honey drip breeze
down my chin.
We were almost strangers lying there
so warm. So much is different
in the close corner of your room,
my impossibilities flourish.
There's so much in this speck of dust
you have to wonder if there is
a little more to me and a little more to you
that is shared by the stars and the dirt in my shoes
that makes these little hurts
more of an acceptable incidence
rather than a stain I can't ever get out.
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