I feel like a bruise
mmm, like a fresh red one? or a deep yellow purple one?
deep blues and purples,
beautiful, sore to the touch
a memory of prior pain, an
invitation for future healing
aware of that which led us
to here, to now, is likely not
a salve, salvation, safety
stretching your arm out from halfway to nowhere, an inhale that wasn't yours when it started, learning from the next generation's memories
we'll become our childhood's wildest dreams,
and our elder's favorite stories, but
for now, I just want this moment, with you.
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