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summer is coming

and still i live inside

the central heating

of your glance



slowly i collect the creases

of your mouth

pressing them into a folder

in a private moment

in my time with you



my retinas are nervous

when you throw me heat

on an evening when the sun has

yet to slip over the horizon

and the ballroom is bright

as harp music on the high notes



when only the angels

dance a lighthearted cha cha

on the wrong end of a pin



and i feel the ardor

of your smooch