The Curves of My Body

You know as well as I do the curves of my body, the freckles on my skin, the taste of my lips.

But you do not know my soul.

You do not marvel at my words.

To you, I am a surface-a place to come and sit while you decide what’s next.

I am the steaming cup of coffee you grab on your layover that keeps you warm during your next flight.

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