Nutcracker
We spent the first time
in a marshmallow slow dance,
our numbers biro’d on a crumpled square
and he kissed my hands.
Our bodies were covered in a
pale thin skin like powdered sugar, so sweet.
So strong under our silk and taffeta
I could smell you as we danced.
Gold circled my finger.
He still kissed my suddenly heavy hand.
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