love poem
and the wind
and the necessity for a jacket.
your waist in my hand
a cigarette.
your berry lips.
i walk past a field
studded with stargazers on blankets: casseopeia.
your hands by my sides
the wind. i wait
to see what i've breathed into:
your hair
the night sky.
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