Starry freckles blaze upon her cheeks
And dance like the hearth’s straying sparks,
They pulse like dawn in winter weeks
Over the mist-dewed hymns of larks.
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It’s as simple as this: her hair looked soft on her cheek
And it took my breath away, my heart
In a thousand pieces- I never decided this,
Longed to ignore it, to not imagine
What could be, don’t you think I tried
To lock it all inside of me?
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in hushed girlhood, i feared ghosts and falling —
now, i fly, dance, sing; i fear nothing but what waits in
the blackened backstage wing — your widegrinninglove,
those round clown cheeks, and it seems we meet again.
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Arctic air on your first snow day.
You never knew how harsh the wind can be.
How it can crack your lips,
Freeze your eyelashes,
Bloody your fists,
And get our mum to wrap you up so tight
That you can barely breathe
Through thick Everest coating.
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I took a challenge from a pair of resilient hands.
You claimed to want to stop
Our tapestries bleeding into each other
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My love does not fit into a box
It dances around it, pulling it this way and that to form a new shape made by the touch of
our lips
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