Touching his skin
my heart felt something fierce. At that moment
it would’ve broken or burst, but
it’s like he had mapped the whole thing out. He has a way
of knowing that I yearned. It was like
we were 2 matching powdered faces ready to perform. But
I lifted up your marks and realized
That you were just an itch on my skin.
You had my heart in Italy.

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