By | 1 May 2017

F-sharp in my mouth
bright and shaped to

laughter as I stretch

and safer in my skin

now I know you

(you know, you

—touch, if you want. 
I am vain when I know
you look at me.)

I tell myself: save
your words and wait

Wait to slip them
between kisses so
I can feel your breath
catch between us.
But they fall as I do

brimful and heavy

unkept and sung as
my own breath tangles

on how lovely you are.
Your voice like touch
that leaves me open
full-thick with hope

sunshine waterspill.

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