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Illustration by Diana Hernandez
Oh, open a window, it’s stifling!
The burning cold of angry desire,
And the wrath of hot kisses and fire.
There is a violence in restless loving.
To think one once warned all of that sharp sting;
Quiet, beautiful call of a choir.
Those who said it couldn’t break were liars
Of darkening heart and morbid whining
And there are people kissing in the road,
Snow is falling on the boughs of the trees.
To be in love is to care past what’s owed
Stomach lurching like the crests of the sea.
Eyes are wide open and breathing unfolds,
There’s comfort in the dying devotee.