tonight i have you wrapped
against my calf.
that winter was wide-eyed,
kiting upwards through alphabets of jazz-
that was a different continent,
pulsing wild across maps, this friendship-
remember chasing stars?
of tea? and endless nights rummaging
for a cigarette-
and then you found me,
pixie-haired, blowing bubbles
from behind your thick paperback
and asked (in a breath) if i’d
let you sleep inside my mouth.
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