Poetry · Writing

strange creature/_

between us and

her

just a little space

we can feel it

all

our bodies and yours

we can hear your heart beatin’

through us

nothin’ but star dust

paint on a brush

our universe

make a mold of your hand

on ours

little love can

go real

far.

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