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fingers covered in charcoal dust
3 pencils behind my ear
purple, the sun, and blue
the kind of Sunday that wears
yesterday's rain as an expensive perfume
.UNFOLD.
no urgency in its breath.
peaceful in its obnoxious perfection -
just a haze of colours and laughter
loud in our quiet way
grounding
grinding coffee
beans, spills
coffee rings on a dirty silver tray
'draw me on a napkin'
we fail, 'a holy girl in a hallway;
so I, gently,
kiss his collarbone
in return,
he kisses my hair
i adorn my walls with his napkin portraits.
the night tastes like
maybe the whole world could fit
between his shoulder
and my cheek.
- b.s. (original poetry)
Moody self portrait