You
The History of a Fire Escape
you; you're lovely
you're wonderful
you're brilliant
and your kisses are divine
you; your fingers are long
(lavish and fancy)
your cheeks giggle
(when i mark them
with a pen)
and your eyes dye in gold,
clear in stained glass,
set in a jar
(like capsules keeping time)
you; trail caspia's down my throat
to my lungs
under my heart
you; told me if papa blessed us
you would follow the strand of hair
stuck to the passenger seat
and find me with breath
tasting of poems
(s.h)
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