Saudade scented candles
light the windowsill
You say simple things —
I’m proud of you;
I can see you trying
— and Oh!
How my heart aches within me
broken asunder —
like the Universe has
slowly formed into the shape
of your mouth
Not to kiss but to speak
— speak in silence
or anathema of infatuation;
Words circumstellar
floating in the Universe
shaped as your lips
— molded for my eyes alone
Candled flames flicker;
flattery drips from the wick
— and Oh!
I can hear you;
You are here —
for my eyes alone
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
23 | Chicago
ig: l1vyzzzz & lntlmate
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