i dive between your lips
how i love to feel melancholy bliss
words seem to exist between short breaths
i gasp forth for
dances in forests between rocks and saltwater
we revel in a deepened madness
one which was casually frolicked through
shaded by versions of you
loss of your rear view mirror
words which broke became clearer
things said shift forward
like the years in the corner
broken breaths in the distance
lips on your neck
such aggressive fingers
i transcend in danger
linger between hello and beaux
things make sense if you let them
we take two words and form meaning
you either listen or you move position
it was always hello
even if our conditions never listened
tongues never twisted
and i never met you
francisco
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