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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