we kissed twice this winter
in brooklyn
because last summer
we didn't even know how to say
what we wanted
this year
feeling needed and unique
i drew myself up against the heat of your lips
gently intoxicated by the certainty of your invitation
taafe street and the g train lafayette station
before they meant nothing to me
this year
they have become moments of my life
expressions of your temperature
the sensation of your hand on my back
holding me
into your kiss will never fade
with your mouth and your words and your hands
it remains
on my skin
an unofficial geography of brooklyn
an esoteric calendar of our courage and consent
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That is a beautiful poem. You need to get that published1 Send it into writer's digest; they are having a big contest.
ohh. this poem is quite fierce!! you are my hero and inspiration. i love you compa....
AG
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