Tagged: long

at the tip of a

i no longer wait

maybe it is as

maybe it is as
you say –
the unfamiliar
becomes familiar
after some time.
and so,
when i look
at you, every
atom intentionally
turns
three-quarters
resistant, enough
to preserve that
mystery, stay
inescapably
enchanted
.
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the city holds

and all of a

and all of a
sudden, we are
traveling the wires
together, our voices
tangled with joy
and longing,
syllables bumping
in the night
.
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along sixtieth on