when you reach over
and hook your hands in front
of me, and you wait
for my smile
as i count your heart,
its beats
knocking on my back,
smiling to see you
so at ease with me,
your chin on my shoulder,
your head tilting
as if you want to whisper
something new
to me and my hopeful ear,
i stopped short my breath
so i can feel yours on my neck
and hear your soft mumble near
so soon before i recognized
the mundane smell of your mouth,
its broken, drunken sounds.
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