i am:
yes, please!
in the spaces between
your lines and hung
on the rings of your
laughter
the feather breathing you
slowspin
tickle to my ear
i have done
some fair derivation,
darling
and you are all that is right with me
and i need you
and i claim you.
i knew it would be this spiral
the morning i picked up
your voice.
i muse the thing
we've been building.
it's a good us,
a great one.
you are the other
half of all my sentences,
the inhale of my ex-
hailing,
something warm
like
infectious calf-heat
ERRR -
hot chocolate
in
my canteen.
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