Tagged: breathless

somewhere in the stacks,

somewhere in the stacks,
a historian dusts off the
dictionary of

kissing, makes a new entry
between breathless and brotherly
.
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mom’s camellias

the moment before the

the moment before the
moment quickens the
pulse like no
other, steals an
increasing fraction
of every next
breath, so
that we are one-
eighth, one-sixth,
a quarter
breathless,
stretching and stirring
only atoms, admiring
the space between until
there is deliciously
no space between
.
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September unwinds

discretion passes