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By Noah East
Buzzing light from the streetlamp,
intruding blue around us. With
arms entangled, pupils swelling,
and head nestled against my chest,
our bodies are as close as the Earth
to Atlas' shoulders-but every
inhalation of saccharine hair, returns
my feet to solid ground. Our embrace
makes a corner behind the other,
somewhere to retreat into; still
wrapped in caressing arms, and hands
tracing sweet circles around nothing.
Dream with me, of endless nights,
budding smiles, and accelerating hearts
which carry the liquid warmth to our cheeks.
with eyes closed, we inch forward
with lips unfurled-only to return
back to our corners.
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