the scent of you lingers on my skin for hours
after you leave. I have lain in bed with you so long
it feels like I am still there.
it is all about comfort, you assured me,
and we laughed a golden laughter
in a new room.
I am trying to write poetry that is wild
but well-contained, sharpened like a weapon,
extra metal all peeled off the sides
and scrubbed so well
I can see blue skies
reflected in silver.
love and poetry always find their place
on my tongue at the same time.
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