This one is a bit dated, I wrote it the Tuesday after we elected our president. It definitely could've reflected more hope.
the fine curve of her jaw.
I could place my palm into
the resplendent valley between her shoulder blades.
Your soft contact soothed me,
and your eyes gently told me the sweetest things all reason forbade.
The smiles you flashed between our lips were all the joys that ignite
just as your kisses were the scriptures I sought to spend my life interpreting;
the poetic verses I still long to recite.
The soft touchings of our fingers were the scratchings of pencils on doodle pads - ourselves.
We painted passionate portraits over each other with our hands.
And for a few days in November, we were
Monet
Van Gogh
Dali
Picasso.
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