February

It’s bursting out of my chest
like I can’t contain it
I don’t know how
to not want to be part of the thrill
be an hour of the night
lava oozing, out of the pores of their skins
magic floating in air
like dust particles
invisible to them naked eyes
but a medley to lovers intertwined

Cheers to love
and every baggage and smile that
comes through with it.

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