I long for your fluttering embraces.
The sidewalks move away
like a crash of waves.
The whole sky hovers.
I searched the aisles
of statuesque lovers
but none had your nervous,
peculiar beauty, none had
your fading and newborn eyes.
It's a sad opera with hilarious fangs
and it fits on a thumbnail.
I talked it into existence
and you crushed it without a kiss.
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