Lying on the bed, not thinking about what you said,
But the fact that you were next to me.
You had forgotten about the crease.
Your back pressed to the sheets.
Your lips were broken.
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You asked me if I cared
That the blue sky was scared.
I said, “Don’t worry.”
The hair on your back
Lay straight fanned and black
Your eyes were open
-
Your nose was shy.
Talking to you underneath an oblivious moon.
We both were honding
Our hands during that time,
Your fingers curled up in mine.
Our feet were moving.
-
I asked you if you knew
How the yellow sun flew
You said, “That’s funny.”
Your lips and your cheeks
Your bra strap and little knees
Were all rosy red
-
I offered you a drink.
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