propinquity

is such a yummy word {definition via Wiki}

so is this:

& Chase

the course of
tongues run along
wood, whose fondness
kneels & forfeits quiet dissolve. To say
it's collusion; splinters against taste against
shape, that freeze or melt all mount
the same, small betrayals to

thin air

freeze to melt
popsicles
stained and plummet

on cue
on clean skirts &
then defy, lips that
enclose unwilling
gasps
&
tongues curl
to fabric
the stains &
let
gravity
dash on
to say,
it's you,
& inflect, you
Thin air,
you
ungrateful
frolicking thief.

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i think it's a sad millisecond when the unsuspecting popsicle drops :(