#1 Dancing


I’m storing nuggets of beauty for my love. My heart hurts from the angles. Pebbles in pockets, cheeks and shoes. Sand and diamonds everywhere.

I watched too closely, not without envy, not without worry, an old couple dance, walk, carry, step. I want to tell you about his dapper style, his wobble, how she palms my hand and pats my cheek, asks about the club. Small face scrunched up with unending smiles, she remembers me. I worry about death, want you by my side. Grab grab beauty.

These moments I press, press into you with will. Soft tissue, organs, indented.

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