skin and summer / knees and mountains // words string themselves / ideas forming / inside my head as i sit across from you // there's the sound of reason telling me / to write you / to find the words to contain you // but i rest my elbows on the wooden table / and exhale / all of those atoms stretch to connect us / dense in the wood / and free in the air we breathe and rebreathe // i undip myself from the pool of my thoughts / and i get that home like sense of relief / the one i get when my baby hairs have finally grown enough / to curl behind my ears // the world empties itself when you smile like that / only to absorb your watercolors / the shades that fill every crack and mend it back to wholeness // those of the world and those of my own / honey / i wonder what colors you see me in //
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