i cut through past minutes
like speedboats in calm seas
and wonder what dreams
could cause smiles such as these
does the cool cotton on your skin
remind you of surreptitious kisses
where the ridge of your collarbone
meets the gentle moon of your chin
are you
using the midnight of your hair
as a cape to fly
are you
sipping arabica
trapping hazy days in a cafe in your mind's eye
your face asleep
is desire's calligraphy unbound
that writes of happiness
on the soul with barely a sound
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