when in tune
I feel you
as if I were
your poetry in motion
just like the tattoo
eloquently stenciled
on your soft shoulder
you wear me well
always lingering
my arms are tingling
sensation starts
in upper torso
climbing me like the ivy
that wraps summer trees
along a desolate highway
it is in this blanket of green
I am allowed to breathe
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