your neon cherry cheeks get my lips at every stop
because you look so cool in hot colors
and you get my lips when we watch Lost In Translation
because Sofia Coppola knows lovers
and she knows the soft, hazy talk of love and lights, and
that we have to trust the universe, to take careful care of us
(since it gave us sunsets and Sunday afternoons)
so your ears get my 3 AM theories – white and the black
because 365 days bruise and tear at us
but you say you’ll stay and you don’t take is back
you let me read the whole Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
and I know what a peach that is
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