I so much want to see
a little word from you
to pay my respects
to your scars
to unfold
tiny letters
out of them
and kiss
their clear shoulders
to touch the paper and feel
your fingerprints
on the tip of my trembling fingers
to kiss and to know
I am kissing
the trail you have left for me
to gaze upon the paper
and see
what's happening into your mind
your story
and not just
some form of theater,
and of course
to tilt my head way back
and let the letters fall
into my mouth
and dissolve on my tongue
like snow.
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