Bloom, love
Bloom
on days when I have dehydrated skin,
like leather—
you remind me we’re not all in ruins, and
we’re cellophane wrapped around hard
candy / sunrises that cast shadows
I’ve kept my words between my teeth
but you spill them, freely,
even when
your swipe-to-type phone
feature riddles the ends of e’s
with extra b’s but only when
the word starts with c:
Cheeseb
Challengeb
Closeb
“I feel so closeb to you,”
you say
And you know
I’ve been comforted for ages
knowing that we’re entwining lifelines
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