Julia Laxer and Amy Souza

Amy Souza
Inspiration piece

Kissing Phobia
By Julia Laxer

My eyes
were her eyes
in the mysterious room
where neither of us
wore a face.

My eyes were
in her living
room of doubt
and soiled

Give me / Give me.

Give me a kiss,

Give me a listen.

My eyes
were in the same sentence
as hers
and neither of us
wore any letters.

We stand tall
with clothes on,
and I want answers.


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