Dandelions
The engine is running.
Smoke clothed the sky.
I made up my mind.
Our love is too deep.
Tongues pressed. Hands bare.
Eyes blue, perked lips.
Our backs to the sky.
I grow without you. I grow with you.
Facing you, loving you—
There is a tomorrow,
My last breath with you.
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