from the moment you put down
the weight
of the couch you helped me carry
I noticed little sweat drops
escaping the subtle tangles
of your hair
running into
the shelter of your arms.
i was modestly jealous
how easily they could get
somewhere i’ve been craving
to go, all this long.
in that moment
i promised the foggy city sky
i’ll find a way
to slip into your skin somehow.
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