I tried not to write a love poem (a snippet)

You let your entire body become laughter.
Then your shuddering cells release it
With a sigh stolen from the caffeine-scented air,
And we talk about putting tiny pinpricks in everything that is gray
so that the light shines through.

Your fingerprints are poetry. Our hands should collaborate.

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