I
I am in love
with all the things
I think you are
when you are not here
to remind me of
all the things
I am
II
Your kiss
is not so naked
as to expose
the flame
within your mouth
encircling mine
extracting my breath
and pressing down
on me until
my lips crack
like ice settling
on a winter's night
a prelude
to the next event
when your eyes
fix mine with
the unrelenting
glow of sunset
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