Let us think of it this way
I know that our love is
I know that our love is
More than naked bodies.
Twas the night we sat on the
Railroad tracks
when we both discovered
Our hearts are the
color of stoplights,
But we could never be stilled.
They were too frantic—
Shaking our chests, like
a drum,
Yet it was rhythmic.
We were in a trance.
You told me that the capillaries in your lungs
Felt like tiny upside down trees.
I have always
been connected with
The veins in my hands.
They remind me of a river.
I cannot explain
why,
But you were never afraid to tell me
That
we are intertwined with the veins in my hands.
Your skin and mine together.
I imagine the trees
in its purest form
And the river is inhaling quietly.
You and I are still at the train tracks.
You and I are still at the train tracks.
Our hearts are still shaking,
But
We are naked and pure.
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