i leave trails of hot breath on the windows
and when you take a shower the steam illuminates
them as they become
a shade
lighter
i trace my spirals on your skin
and you say i leave marks
that the paths
my fingertips have wandered
tingle
as you watch me walk away
your eyes etch zigzags on my back
and i can feel your pupils
traversing the
distance
wandering for
hours
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