Silk Intentions

I think of you and almost every bad intention I had with other people slip through my fingers like silk sheets falling off the bed

I look at you and the fears I had growing up start shrinking like the snow when water is poured on it

I talk about you with a fast tongue and soft words trickling like a leaky faucet that cannot be plumbed

I feel for you what most people can’t bring themselves to vocalize

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