I felt your shape and your breathing,
heartbeat sneaking in.
Breathe in the scent of my sternum, right there in the valley between.
I smell for you.
All written in canary yellow.
Masks melted onto faces.
Fuzzy beasts.
“Bespoke never beholden. You look good on me.”
“Then put me on, I want to be worn by you.”
Crickets singing
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