you pulled me close
so that we were skin touching skin
and held me like i was vintage.your head upon my head
so that i knew we were clear from the war
and our eyes shut like we were dreaming.you lifted up my chin
so that i could see the gems in your eyes
and our fingers held so tight as if you threw away the keys.and know
i know that
when we're bones
you'll still look at me
the same way you did
when we were flesh.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Eloquence (A Poetry Book)
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