if i were alive then
and you were blowing me kisses
from the window
down the block
i'd sneak down the
creaking stairs
and reach into
my mom's wicker wears
pull the bright yellow yarn
from the batch
rush back to my bedroom
and throw it to you
like a magic kite
no need for wind
just us and trust
that love is as simple as this:
a strand in the night
two cups on either side
placed right to our ears
so we can actually hear
the grunts, the giggles,
the happy patter
in our small strong hearts
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