this is the way I fall in love
eye contact that goes on forever
rich low voice on the telephone
"I love you", way too soon
a song that reaches to the sky
drunken confessions in a dorm room
urgent kisses in a stairwell
body up against mine on the dance floor
"I'll never hurt you, Anne."
the heady scent of sweat and aftershave
and promises never kept.
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2019-01-18 at 01:16
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