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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