the sound of a smile gets
lost in the web of
signals transmitted over
a thousand miles. your
mouth just beyond mine
is another story,
no distance to lose
the message held in each
compression of air.
soft smoothing of
skin on skin as lips
pull upward. hair not so
silently rustling against
another. silence, wind running
through the leaves, before your
smile is pressed against mine.
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