I once was able to see the world in your eyes,
glittering, set alight by the fire that burned in your soul
and you were better then.
I could understand your kisses,
your lips forming words against mine
to explain
what never needed to be explained
save to comfort me and soothe whatever I yearned for.
My fingers would trace a map against your face,
drawing ghosts on your back
as headlights flashed through the window
and patterned you in brilliance.
You were better then.
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