Ephemeral
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zhenderson
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He breathes flower petals
into my mouth
and I do the same to him

Ephemeral

He breathes flower petals

into my mouth

and I do the same to him,

but I don't think the rosy and posy

are chiming

in my lungs the way they're

spiraling in his. He says he's in love

with my crystalline smile

and the iridescent sheen of my skin.

He tells me he likes the way my laughter jingles

along the tips of his fingers,

and rests in the space between my collar bones.

You're my muse, he says.

I'm amusing.

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