Jen Juice

In a cobblestoned corridor
bottoming out and looking for
that opened door
where I find all my sensibilities
and the way you look at me
fondness that catches
my breath
like the syllables
in the forgotten room
of a handshake
and a thought splattered
with a heartbeat
capturing my love letters
sitting on this page
and caressing
the way I see
truthful moments
of two people
looking up at the same moon…

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