Like the perfection
of flame and candle
My perfume
flirts with your cologne
A Sensory
journal, viscously travelling
Every part,
turning my inside - out
Light
softens to the burning wick
As we lay
welded together – meshed
Our minds
run free into moments
Reflections
with words and expression
Marvel at
where our thoughts take us
Into hours
until we fall pleasantly asleep
Just Me
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