in the air
with my finger
it is sealed
in my mind indefinitely
dreaming among
field lilies and fluttering blossoms
I draw your fingerprint
with each detailed line
in my sketchbook
it is mine
i hold it tightly to my chest
the key to finding you
should you commit a crime
but you won't
your fingerprint will stay
innocent and free
sketched in the dust
on the table next to me
where you last
sat down your coffee cup
our last tryst
you will be missed
and if your fingerprint
should dare to follow your hand
to the tip of my cheekbone
i'd fall for you again
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