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Featured / Poetry / February 17, 2015

You make me feel
that you feel what I feel.

Popping grapes between
my teeth—
“I don’t know whether
they’re washed, but
I’m craving”—green
and sweet, I crave. The
beige bowl
curves.

Need and can’t and
no and away and alone.
Please, don’t, please.

I observe your
space
and mine. Slowly,
slowly our spaces swell.
“Trust me,” you say. Toes
stretched, my feet
grip.

Warned, I feel
what you feel. Warmed,
what I feel you feel.

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Poem by Serena
Photos by Andrea (check out her Skillshare class!)

Tags: love poem poetry relationships

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