necklace

I count the beads

on your string as your

lips form shapes which

give substance

to the emptiness of air,

& meaning. I go

 

on like this, hours,

fingering your pearls, feel

minutes drop, lose my

way & when you’re

still, it’s like

everything else is.

 

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