Cold covers our lulls
with quickened fingers–hot noise
quivers underfoot

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These days I can twirl
air around my breath in order
to arrange your dreams

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I still remember
how your flowers wounded
the air around us

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But how delicate
your eyelids unfurl like tart
lavender brushes

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Rolling on the bed
you bite me when the waves
close over our mouths