[“Do you want to stay with me under the stars tonight?”] p a t r i c i a
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your smile was lavender scented lips the shape of infinity, scrawled out in tiny letters of “good morning, how are you?” the promises you keep tucked into your fists of gold with skin as soft as melted butter on a perfectly toasted sourdough slice we sat in the grass humid from the evening rain with the dancing dewdrops that sparkled in your eyes until they ran down your face and stained your beige sweater with a damp shadow i didn’t ask because we are merely strangers a face in an endless hallway the crescendo of piano keys before they come to a slamming halt 33
