In the half-light

You’ll find me
In the lofi
crisp white sheets
of a wet dream
you had
long ago

You’ll find me
in pastel skies
that turn
jewel-toned
when the sun
races in

You’ll find me
in 18th century
paintings
pale, and
curved
– like a willow

You’ll find me
In the creases
of your memory.


Brief whispers
or touches
that ignite
your life
with THAT memory

– of the girl
You only ever
Kissed

In the half-light.

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