
the time I poured
in velvet corners
waiting as a bud
to sip in cold arms
the time you poured
wheeling to the moon
folding at the crease
of gentle memories
the time we poured
in spotless thoughts
planets under the eye
feathers orange, oblong
the words you wear
honeyed in crisp pauses
give this stained corner
new thoughts to paint
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