where we merge

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Vincent's picture
Joined: 2017/02/09

My hands move into silk the green

silk with you under it


and you (this is where I kiss you)


stand against the morning the new

morning with the kiss of sun under it


(this is where you kiss me) you will


turn your gaze your brown-eyed

gaze with me under it


you will touch my (every every) lips my

lips to hold the precious


memory of their prayer

against your (every every) freckle