heat

would you see

the end of the day

strolling across

the face of our hug

holding

on to the hour

like we hold hands

and I have to

hold my breath

today I know I gasp

between kisses

because I even

know that not enough

air exists on earth

to refill me

after you have heated me

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a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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