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Idyll Thoughts
So quietly considerate,
As I watch you read,
Inhale smoke from a cigarette,
Watching it recede.
Expression indiscriminate,
Stagnant while you breathe,
Positioned indeliberate,
Adjacent to me.
Impossibles the alternate,
Despite fantasy,
Nothing could be this intimate,
As shared gravity.
Every action is accurate,
Pure anatomy,
Everything’s more than adequate,
In your galaxy.
Your fingers curl so intricate,
Although randomly,
Turning pages to infinite,
From a balcony.
Idyll thoughts 9/15/21
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Dominic Faiola
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