Hands, holding.

Hands, holding – feet, running.
Madrona Playground

the day began:
eyes on aperture set to 6am windows,
open to wetted cotton candy cherry blossom branches

kissed lips kissing, lips
and honey-dipped fingertips
laced between the hands we held

camera obscura of the morning
suffocates the shadows of our story;
lucida keeps the parts intact and true.

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