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Asthma

by Richard Trotter

I look for you in the stars
their light gives me nothing, the night is my own
the moon a mirror of my coke can desire.
For I'd kiss you til I couldn't breath
and my hands fell tired from touching,
I'd inhale the dust of your smile
then cough and splutter, but like it.
Can you shed my bubble wrap.
let a tangled heart see the sun?
Kiss me or I'll wheeze like a rocket
lonely in the crash of space.

02/04/2007

Posted on 02/04/2007
Copyright © 2020 Richard Trotter

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