(Well...perhaps a little bit abashed.)
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there is beauty in yearning
carbon monoxide and cold air
are mixed, stirred, shaken
then pulled sharply into
my mouth, held, and then
released
(you taught me this.)
there is something sad and small
and comforting
that i find in my chapped skin
(knuckles bright red)
reminding me of that time
when we stayed inside our hotel room
drinking wine and watching french television
and the gauzy orange curtains
could not contain the sounds could not contain
what was in my chest and i could not contain
the slow, sweet fire rising up and
we did not see the seine we stayed where we were
and i knew i was on the cusp of
something tremendous and that night i caught
a glimpse of it and it scared me just as much as it thrilled me
(you taught me this as well.)
your smell permanently resides
in my nostrils;
it is there to remind me
lovingly, wistfully, painfully
of you and our distance.
there is beauty in yearning.
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