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Bri Ferrandiz

You sit and stare out your window
at the golden sun setting
over the Charles.

The clouds looked beautiful today,
didn’t they?
grey streaks mixed with white and occasionally purple
(grey with an e makes me think of you)

As I imagine kissing you one more time before you go
I’m reminded of honey, so sweet
it drips from your lips to mine-
this time you breathed harder when I touched you.

I will feel the warmth from your body linger
until I touch you again.

You are the golden sun
on my moonlit soul,
which you’ve set aflame.

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