953rd Poem – “Oh, how I Yearn” – Romance – 7/15/2020

Touches and glances,

Breathing fog on streetlights,

Swaying hips in the absence of passersby

On the walkway of shops and stands.

You are there for the melt

Of your kiss against my hollow self.

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