SUMPATHES

I would kiss your forehead

And I would kiss your fingertips

Until you get it in your head

That you did not bring this

Upon yourself single-handedly

I’d ease your pulse out from its place

And take it in despite its weight

So that you might feel the breathless grace

Of knowing someone else is just as faint

Of heart, understandably

 

 

Sumpathes РStacia Joy

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