the thing with you
is i didn’t
see it coming
i felt it
shy, eager
on my fingertips
clinging
snow-like to my
lips
the melting
slow,
cautious in its
warmth
you built
into me
dark and purple
rosemary
promises
wafting
heady
did you know
your lip
curves up a little
on the left
leave it like that i like it there
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