Thursday, September 17

Alarm me with who you are.

do you know where the red smell has gone?
it has come home with the smile you carried.
together with the pure indulgence of sugar,
coated intentionally to place me inside your arms.
the way i imagine it every time.
and how is it that charm and lungs allow us to inhale so much?
strong and cleansingly,
in manners we speak of in our dreams.
similar to pulsating taps on the field
of green and life and where the fire began.
silent the way you arrived and set me off.

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