Monday
My skin
her freckles
this palm
those hands
a kiss
no sound
entangled
just bed sheets
no long sleeves
awoken & breathless
laughter
sun and moon;
the morning light
seeps into her skin
like a life struck goddess
asleep for exact days
and exact months
she sinks farther into a dream
while the bedsheets cling to her body
and the moon becomes
curious
fruit & knees
the sweetness in between
ripened peaches, mangoes
and sticky juice
her face and mid summer
june
july
august she arches
september she caves
her january.
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