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I am gonna dress them up.

I am gonna dress them up so
that you can take them out
on a whim

along blushed avenues
of coral and pink-hued,
perspiring with longing.

I dress them up
for the day to wear them off,
so that life can wear them out.

- these days,
there's not much
we can hold on to.

So I dress them up for you
I bare them to the seasons
in your breath, as they chase

the contours of my silence,
my sighing and my stance.
Away from the shade,

against the coarse wall,
with nowhere to hide -
the two of us

draped in persistent light -
and my lips dressed in colours
only you can call by name.