Spirit (to Christopher)


And like in

The cold your

Breath rising through

Woolen mittens I

Witness your spirit

Escaping your lips

After a kiss

Or the deep

Sighs of understanding

Or that look

On your face

When you at

Last understand the

Joke I played

Your spirit is

Your sun and

I see it daily

So, what did you think?

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