You needn't worry about your un-pretty words

they make my heart leap anyways. 

I see in your letters the shape

of your soul

I see your light-up smile, 

the playful frisk of your fingertips, 

the way your body curves over mine,

I see your cedar eyes staring up to the sky

while you whisper secrets and sweet things, 

hard things too, things that make us both

want to cry. I see your chest in sunlight, 

hands paddling cerulean blue, 

while your laughter sing-fills the holes of my own dear-heart. 






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