There are days when it feels

like nostalgia and anticipation 

fold into each other, 

some strangeness

of paisley and stripes

on cotton.

It’s your expanding

beating heart against the red-soaked

bones of your ribcage till you hear

that, “thump, thump, thump.”

And you know you couldn’t be more

full of twisting, pulsing, aching joy.

It’s these moments that define ‘you’ and ‘I’ and ‘warm-hearted’. 

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