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Alone, Together

March 7, 2019


 

photo courtesy @jonnyboy2323 in Paris, France  

Dancing in the kitchen

playing music too loudly,

I find myself

romanticizing the words

of the man with

the velvet voice,

the hands of the man

with cashmere touch.

I wonder how

your lips feel

pressed against hers,

somewhere

in the streets of Paris.

When I hear songs

about love

and longing,

I hear your name

burrowing itself

on my shoulder.

Do you hear hers?

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