Impressions

Soft kisses to the temple,

light traces over

veins that are

running rivulets on wrists,

with lips

or fingertips.

 

You let me fall asleep on you

at the Museum of Science

for twenty minutes.

And I bought you gloves

for your runs outside

this fall.

 

My world is

deep reds and soft yellows.

And I never mind the cold as much.

 

Like flowing water over limestone

sometimes the slightest of touches

leave the deepest grooves.

And I surrender to the quiet love

that is soft kisses to the temple,

light traces over

veins that are

running rivulets on wrists,

with lips

or fingertips.

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