With each kiss in the cold house 
we swallow clouds of breath — exhaled spirit, speech bubbles
 we’d rather lick away 
than fill with words. We run naked from room to room, 
keeping the walls warm.
 Our bodies blur through the halls 
of your house, its winter circulation.

Jalina Mhyana
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