ginger thoughts (dymek mint)

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i felt like you were breathing thin little slices of cucumbers
flecked with bits of sweet sugar mint
or maybe willowlike wedges of an apple,
so green-thin that even sour becomes sweet.
our faces only slight inches apart, i was surprised to find
your breath as cool as though it had its pale little face
pressed up at the night window waving Hello, Hello; whispering Sleep, Sleep
my lungs are bottomless and greedy for your dewbreath,
i devoured it, knowing how little time there would be
before i would yield to an insistent and grizzly bear sleep
(and when i woke up, your face mirrored mine and,
the morning is a deep cup of honeyed jasmine tea)

so i crawl from your wan bed and feel the wan scrawl of my crooked thoughts gathering, each to each, on the notched panel of your chilled window sill - ginger thoughts for you to find, between the lines of your venetian blinds, when you wake.

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