Number 6

Plums in my cheeks
and feathers in my mouth
Sweet the first
it melts underneath
Overwhelming the second
it makes me nonsensical.
The squared edge of your neck
where my breath craves to pose
Your bulk straight legs
that my breath craves to follow
I can look at them
as forever is a moment.
Stay here
don’t move
don’t smile
don’t think about the time
Walk me home
I’ll walk you home back
I want to discover
that we are going to open
the same door.

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