passionately

why can’t i

turn and face you

caress your cheek

slide my fingers

into your hair

pull you into me

and kiss you

tentatively

gently

firmly

passionately

breathlessly

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don’t go, autumn

don’t go
autumn
 
don’t take the winter
made warm by her touch
 
don’t take the spring
that haunts me still
 
don’t take the summer
that burned
 
don’t take the fall
i was healing in
 
trees bare and haunting
cold, so cold here
 
don’t go
autumn
.
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also read write prompt #49: mission, echolalia