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Untitled In Love

I find your 

                            wet roses staining alabaster - 

 your favorite dress

is too big.

            white cotton,

                               soft bruising.

 I pull you aside,

 remember me?

 My hand is on your belly 

crisscrossed with stretch marks 

one on top of the other as if you had fallen asleep on a bird’s nest and 

                                      just woke

 and warm.