Immédiate Gratification

I’m Making a celebration
of all things slow
all things that dont go too fast
or get you far
obscure the stars

i’m making a note
of the subtle hiss
of whats outside bliss
of the things i miss

the most moss
the doorbells of a kiss
your breasts on my arm
sleeping through alarmed and obliged
waking in mist and blue quiet
looking at you

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