grasping

a wish unspoken lingers on tongues and drawing inward finds no suitable resting place for sound, nothing that compares with heartbeats. we know about love but it’s all dissimilar. some is warm, some is blue. the night is blue. lips double dip into youth and kisses become viruses traveling through the soul like beggars, candidly seeking moisture amidst the elements of azure and sorrow.

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