Poem of the day #74

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When your mouth closes around a flame
it is asleep and ready to die.
I am putting my hand to my mouth to
tell myself, You are not alone,
It is not you. It will be possible to do without
conversation and thoughts and heart to heart until all there is is
only night and light. But all the while I am, silently
on my front lawn,
my head buried in your hair, quietly
I am telling myself
What you do to me, to me. I have been put on this earth
to keep beautiful…