pulp

i was formed by the lines of her lips
warmth of breath
melted me to fill valleys
sink into the grapefruit horizon
of her smile.

now malformed, a circle falling through
large squares,
rebutted against legs of triangles

no longer myself, let my shadow lead
as i follow and become entangled
with others cast aside onto walls
downwards to curbs, but i adore
wet asphalt on a cloudy day
she lets me slip into her
and, for a second, i allow myself to imagine
its your lips.

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:: you will find her... somehow... somewhere... just because you search with such intense earnestness... so says my heart... :: this is exquisite poetry...