first kisses, okay

for the timed distance
in each and every long goodbye
roasting in the house
so the snow outside is not even existing
the legs of yours i can
keep on my lap or
if you let me hold your hand so that
some of the movie is not so
scary
endtroducing a grand album of that title
still nominal
only the stars are showing up
kind words meet the embrace
after all
you are my lasting treasure
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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