Red lip stop sign
Do not touch
Do not speak
Gravity drag eyes -- do not see
words
Salt skin, bleeding kisses
burn the edges of my tongue
No one wants to be the subject of another shitty stanza
melodrama
Sincerely,
A Sentimental Child.
But I love the taste of letters dripping from our fingers
The way they stick--
sap
between us.
Each sound evidence of an event
distance cannot steal.
I do not have to speak for you to navigate my mind.
A virus,
move from me to you,
Ending when we understand.
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