You left a mark on my neck the last time we shared breakfast;
a rose colored fingerprint I wore like a jewel
for the rest of that week.
I left my sighs on the sleeve of your jacket
right after our walk from the restaurant--
I didn't even care to hide them.
A years worth of hesitation lingering
in the space between our palms
unexpectedly sharing the sweat of romance.
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