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An End to Begin With

Posted to Action Poetry




Hello lovers,
tonight your airs are blue.
Phosphorescent in the dusk,
you kiss each cheek,
each crescent lip,
each lurching lid,
your toes bent in
to meet. I know you,
IÂ’ve seen you much,
IÂ’ve touched like you
just to touch,
and twine my labored fingers
through his artless hair.