Balcony Kisses

It started off with smoke burning from a piece of wood

But we make our own incense

My hands went there, then there, then there

Your hands did the same

Feeling every curve and movement

Every lump in the throat

 

You can’t make homes out of people

No matter how much I want you to take residence within my skin

And I in yours

You can’t make homes out of people

Yet I am building a home for you here

Come,

Come take my hand

You see?

We made the door

Come,

Come hold me close

There, we made the bedroom

Come,

Come press your head against mine

And explore the library we have built

Come,

Come place your chest against mine

Do you hear the fire roar?

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