Our Milieu
The History of a Fire Escape
i trail baby breath's down your stomach
and to the curve of your spine
where i ride my bike
through the emptiness of the streets
and the bareness of the trees
i sneak under your skin
and lace your fingers with mine
listening to the warm sea
as i imagine we are consumed
but somehow you manage to sneak
your tongue past my lips
covered in honey
desperate to make poetry
with our atoms intertwined
and i will never forget
how each hour spent beside you
represents a man
i could fall in love with
(s.h)
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