Long tall sky rise
Fresh and green
Fine hairs tickle the air
She laughs, crying
Dew falls
Snail rain
Lips, tongue
Slippery
Warm bubbles
Smell smeared soft skin
Deep breaths leave me
Lightly
I bury my face
In your pillow of heat
Drinking memories of my own
Birth
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