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where you last swept me
off my feet
your breath
fanning me tender, fanning me light
drowsy as my fingers linger
tracing your smile
the throb of promise
at sunrise
on the rose of my lips
holds memory of the curve of your kiss
© 2025 jennifer wagner
dverse quadrille: a poem of precisely 44 words including the word “sunrise”
tlaquepaque stairway photo © 2025 jennifer wagner