Elegant Poem by Jon Butter

Elegant



The silhouette of your shoulder,
Moonlit and naked.
I see you turn your head and
Breathe the Paris night.

It's winter. Too cold
For balconies.
I walk outside, grab your waist, and
Kiss the chill from your skin.

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Jon Butter

Jon Butter

Seoul, Republic of Korea
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