The veil over your thoughts
is as thin as tissue paper
and you trace my jaw
with a touch as light as
the tip of your tongue
Your fingers laced
'round and through my ribs...
I don't feel tied down.
besides, the air says it's morning
and the sun says my blanket is warm
I never did write love poems,
but we know we aren't in love.
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