April 24th - carpe diem
your lower lip brushes the blue veins
on the back of my hand ever so minutely
and your breath is warm, I play dot-to-dot
with your freckles but you're getting new ones
by the second and I'll start all over again
the gravel on the hill is damp and cold under us,
but we skip all the efforts to move and
you point at the horizon – from here you can
reputedly see where the golden eagle nests
and its hunting cries echo above the cove
as we hum the same vague tune in canon
traces of pencil are hugging your fingers
and I digest the scent of just laundered cotton
on your shoulder streaming through my presence
like a waterfall at night after a flood
and a curtain falls in front of the sky blue screen
and the pins and needles it sends down
don't chase us away, the droplets fasten us
to the ground and we'll stay here forever.
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