An intimate look at the back of the neck;
where our mothers leave us kisses
they felt our baby breath
her curls tie together and fall over her palm
they fall, showering her in a warmth and
radiance
he feels her love through her
ears and neck
she warms to him
they touch at the hands
la jetee pushes us together
i know you from before
that broken gaze
did she scream?
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