Polaroid pictures on a white desk poetry about your lips and longing

Your lips
have already written stories
into my skin,
stories that taste
of both freedom and roots.
Like ripe fruit
on my tongue.
I have already started
for your mouth
to speak more words to life
over my every cell.

And that is to say
don’t let me fall
from your vine.


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