for C
fingernail
moon hanging from the west
a lemon
meringue layer-cake spreading
across the
southern sky
and you make
me laugh.
I cackle
across the sound
clear to the
mountains
and everyone
turns to look.
you make my
heart sore
from the
pleasure of beating,
walking and
telling the tale.
my smile has
changed so many times
since I met
you and we’re not even done yet.
the air
turns crisp in our mouths as we talk.
my cheeks
hurt from waxing and waning across my teeth.
I don’t know
who or how
I’d be
without you.
something strong
and still
to rise and
fall against
like a mountain for the sun.
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