When I close my eyes

When I close my eyes I see you
lips curling into unashamed grin
There is no self-consciousness in the curve of your cheek
Your palms lift skyward, as if reaching to receive coin
I fold my fingers into them
For a moment, you are solid, real as the eyelash in my eye
I can't think of what I want to tell you before you disappear again so
I let a giggle flutter from my throat
and you meet it there
our voices mingling in the still air
and hanging there after
even when the breeze races past 
and you are gone again

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