i sew together card stock and disposable computer paper
because i hope that the blankness
explains the fullness i feel.
lying next to the resting hills of your shoulders
a fevered need to twist and turn my vocabulary
into an eloquent caption for the moment
beats in my lips.
as courage dances along the peach of my tongue,
you shift to grab my hand
and all need to quantify
slips away.
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