Tiger Stripes

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I want to hold on to the moments

The way the light fell across her face
like tiger stripes cast by the blinds
painting bright colors over the shadows
A pair of chimera eyes
looking down on me

Or what about the stuff in-between

All the hours spent in that little room
with the red string lights and
the closet full of t-shirts
A library of sounds filtering
through picture windows

Or what about the ritual of going nowhere

Holding onto olive skin freckled by the sun
awash in expectation that I must
know more than lazy mornings
I must know more and yet
I can’t help but linger

Here where my heart is full

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