pen is that she lets me dream about her and oversleep class the next day We wake up in the middle of the night to discover ourselves in each other’s eyes She kisses me after I burp Fuck that I wouldn’t kiss me after I’ve burped I begin to remember She hates her color I hate that she hates her color I don’t want to see her imprisoned on an island of prisms Where the only escape is an origami boat of self worth, Sailing through the hurricane Of learning to love yourself So if it rains I will hold her like umbrellas hold the sky If the sun beats I will join her hands with mine And we will dance to the rhythm of our skin tones Never missing a step Hips clasped Souls attached, like skin Djembe singing, Bass swinging Hearts sinking into stomachs Fleeting, like doves
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