Under different
we would be fighting
verbal concepts
loud and clear
for the other to hear
parading tongues
en boca llena
bearing arms
and lifting hands
grasping hair
the shape of our heads

We would be
intertwining legs
the back of our necks
and inhaling
each scent emanating
from hidden pores

We would look
each other in the eyes
sin pena
penetrating souls
with our stares
the meaning of smiles
and gentle touches

But tonight
we look across the golden skyline
and just take in fresh air
from the precipice
of life

Under different circumstances…

we would jump


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