Painting The Morning's Curves Poem by Jason PraTT

Painting The Morning's Curves



and yet the air that expels
the colors of gasping breath
left in a warm room, between
the kitchen and balcony
at the foot of the hall
you and I had two faces:
one of smiles
another of empathy
while we’re together, the flattery
that flickers from mutual giggles

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