Unfinished Words
I think maybe
I'm not done yet
Giving you my whole life
Balanced
Carefully on promises
And proclamations
Kneaded
Into sweets
Slipped softly into
Your eager lips
Tucked Tight against your bones
At night I think maybe
My body hasn't finished
Living
Pressed
Greedily
Against your own
My skin confused for yours
In our closeness
In our open
Outward
Reach
Pulling
Panting
Breathing deep
Scents unique
To us
And
I think that love
Is afraid
To close its eyes
And so I try
To see it clearly
Caution
Tossed
To the waiting wind
I seek
Our memory
Giving you my whole life
Balanced
Carefully on promises
And proclamations
Kneaded
Into sweets
Slipped softly into
Your eager lips
Tucked Tight against your bones
At night I think maybe
My body hasn't finished
Living
Pressed
Greedily
Against your own
My skin confused for yours
In our closeness
In our open
Outward
Reach
Pulling
Panting
Breathing deep
Scents unique
To us
And
I think that love
Is afraid
To close its eyes
And so I try
To see it clearly
Caution
Tossed
To the waiting wind
I seek
Our memory
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