7. Space

I can taste you in the air,
that sweet perfume lingers here
like remnants of the summers past,
loitering on the autumn winds.

I sing the song that reminds me of victory/
a. clutch of meteors buzz inside my lungs.
I’m sure stars explode at the galaxy’s edge
but I’m not so sure about thoughts in my head.


This space between us
is undiscussed.

Your fingerprints rained down
my neck.
Nerve endings like lightening,
like coiling storms between us.

The End

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