Today you grasped

the stars as

they were slipping off

the edge of my horizon

and shook them back

into the sky.

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You are

quicksilver

can leave me

slow-footed

wordless.

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My skin is alive

with the soft imprint

of your mouth.

How many miracles

can there be?

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As I burnt your letters

the pages spread and curled

bloomed

like fire roses.

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