Small heat – bursts of addiction –
translate touch to passion,
while breath delays, patience is carved into the soul.
a smile – recognition – slinks its way across both faces,
a lazy, lemon-flavored secret to be tucked away
for a night dream.
rain trickles down the classroom window as
his fingers curve, take root, draw circles against her palm.
her heart speeds, matching the rate of the hail outside.
if he's not meticulous with the way he holds her,
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