Dispatches from the wilds of Poetania – Press

I could write
about the impossible aquamarine
of your eyes,
about the supernovas in my chest
every time I see you,
about the tender touch
of your breath on my ear,
but let’s be frank.
I have lips,
you have lips,
everything thing else is incidental.

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