my fingers touch your skin

and the heat transfers

back and forth as I descend

into the wants of your eyes

as tears surge out of my face

for each shattered occasion

I missed out on your embrace

and today it is all but too late

and it is never too late

for one more morning alive

for the bliss of the unexpected

there are no ordinary days

love is not a word

Muse 07.16.20

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