Springtime

after the lights fell

and the flashbulbs burst

the record hushed and

your fresh milk skin

poured over me

 

champagne strands stuck

to your lips

butterfly kiss

paper wings darted

between the gaps in

our ribs, nicked a

paper cut on my

heart

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