When Jet Walks…

thoughts picked and left in the ground either to flourish or rot

don’t leave; stay

a clear little birthmark on her cheek. a kiss from an angel. how i wish to draw breath from those lips. smiling and taunting. bait. bait girl.

short. shrugging in my dreams a few pages away from mine. smiling an awfully beautiful smile. little chinita eyes that would break my stern glance and deep thought.

stay away from my dreams, i don’t want to like you. be a quiet memory. stay but please, don’t remind me my incapability of not being able to have you.

sshhhh…

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