you look at me
i glance at you
you point at me
i nod at you
you smile at me
i know what to do
there is scaffolding
and scotch, silk sheets,
skywaves, and singing
and a fade out. . .
we kissed at the end of the film
your eyes closed, your arms internal
your thoughts of brazen streets and cloudy nights
my stubble leaving marks on your wan cheek
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for meghan
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