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Love Lane
by
Caterina Kenworthy
As our steps beat the sidewalk in a predictable unison
Using a gentle touch instead of words to say what we mean
His hand braids with mine
I press closer against his shoulder
trying to mingle my warmth with his
I stop
He stops
An opportunity bursts apart and flourishes
I turn to him
His eyes are what the sky wished it were
Looming and sweet
A sugary blue
Enough to get lost in
Closer
His breathe against my cheek
My fingers running through his hair
His lips soft beneath mine
I smile against him
To think we came so far
I walk
He walks
As our steps beat the sidewalk in a predictable unison
Using a gentle touch instead of words to say what we mean
His hand braids with mine
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