Sunlight comes in shards

fragmented pearls
are presented
behind smudged windows
reflecting back my desire
to be in constant with you
Now and until

your nose wrinkles
with laughter
as we whisper swears
to the moss sleeping
in abandoned churches

I trace the dips
and valleys of your chin
that ducks with your smile

Your smile that rests in mine.

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