Finger
and nose tips
and lips
examine the ragged planes
of my face
It's the morning after
and I'm scared
that I have given too much
expecting laughter
I am surprised
to find you
so seriously
examining me
My eyes beg you
not to leave
but already I am pushing you
away
Spend the day
but don't get too close
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