For the Subway Wall or the Bus Stop or the Bar Bathroom

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For the Subway Wall or the Bus Stop or the Bar Bathroom
by Nathaniel Kostar
Under the sheets I unwrap your heart.
Like delicate fingers lifting a box fit for a ring,
Or a young girl unpeeling a tangerine in the soft of night,
            I am gentle.
I kiss your triangle bones as though kissing the forehead of an angel,
As though whispering love’s secrets to a butterfly on a violet windowsill,
Or humming lullabies to lady bugs asleep on my fingertips.
            Even the wind succumbs to our silence, there is only breathing.
Let us make love under the covers of poetry,
Feel our skin dissolve into blue mountains caressed by the tongues of cool rivers,
Watch our veins become vines and our limbs root hard in soil,
            Listen, as our souls sift and sing like gusts of benevolent sand.
Tonight, when we walk into that room that flickers orange candlelight
Through rings of jasmine smoke,
Let us feel Time’s Kiss;
            How each moment together we die, and are more beautifully reborn.

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