The first time your love tapped my shoulder

I loved you that January night, or

was it that I didn’t want

to fight the cold outside, your skin

so warm, so ripe.

travel languid sheets, spread our

skin smudged mornings.

the sun makes orange juice walls,

we sizzle, syrup sweet.

sky rotates clouds of birds,

I stay here tied to your words.

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