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CORNERS
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.