you are solid standing across from me
watching the blue tides of your eyes ebb and flow
swallowing my impatience
because I want to step closer,
but I know you’re sorry you have to work
and I wonder on the sweetness of you
under fluorescent skies
after you walk me in brushing snow from my hair
and I think how I just want to fall into bed with you
smiling bewildered while you talk miles and miles
in languages I fail to comprehend,
but not tonight.
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