Playground wishes
Hot breath
Spoken misses
Cold kisses
Your deep whispers
Muffled giggles
My bare arms
Your rigid fingers
Sheet of ink
Spilled in the sky
So darkly blotched
The stars don’t shine
Stiffened plastic
Your soft hair
Charred like coal
Bars break away
A hidden freedom
A passing smile
Quick embrace
In spilling time
Grainy sand
And then hard ground
Run fast on legs
Past crooked spines
No moon
No drought
A shared approach
A common ground
The string drags on
Through grains and rags
With reasoning
Of lucky hands
Discovery of nighttime runs
The warmth that breathes
And looks like smoke
The night plays cover
To a bold approach
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