we look each other
in the bloodshot eyes and laugh
you pull me forward
i tilt my head right
you go to the left chin down
i stand on my toes
my scared lips brush yours
as our inks spill across our
hearts painting our fate
baiser aquarelle
words less spoken
Gen X’er chronicles the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment through poetry, creative writing, art, photography, and culture.
words less spoken 
A magic moment indeed!
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Beautiful imagery. 🙂
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Thank you friend
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