my lips press together
and when i knew how to
make dreams come true
i did because i always
wanted someone to do that for me
i didn't want you to
end up lamenting
drawing misguided
symbols of unrequited
loss of dignity on your arms
i come to realize
that there are things
more poetic than the
stars and the moon
and then i try to write about them
like when you kiss
my neck and shoulders
roll over imagining
verdant meadows of spring
are hiding beneath the comforters
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