it is hard 
to look down 
at these fragile hands
diamond fingerprints
dust and the sparkling rain,
we drank like champagne
tangled useless words
ceiling window filled with stars
and kaleidoscope riddles
time shivers and runs dry
we've given up flowering wine
 blossoming hands on 
ripe thighs
somehow i can't 
shake the strange echo
of your heavy sigh.
 
 
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