two poems

i love looking back
at these words
it makes me feel
less alone
in my room under fairy
lights comforted by my
words

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last night i wrote about how
we fell in love with each others
words pouring out in gushing
waterfalls emails letters
notes we just couldn't get
enough of each other's sentences

you delighted in my succulent
syllables and I in the lean lilt of
your letters, pressed the ink against

my skin, at first you
called me consecrated
fragile  innocent

and i wonder how i look now with your
finger print smudges on
the tan expanse of my stomach
with my own finger prints
pressed proudly to my face