Within the swirl of a dry white
Its reflection of tear drop etchings
The crack of an ice cube against warm gin
Inside the heat of *** spice
I am reminded of you
Between the sleeves of pressed vinyl
Inside its gatefolded impressionism
The hushed thoughts hidden against the words between the words
Within the gravel of a voice in blue
I am reminded of you
Lost in the folds of dog-eared literature
A finger under a delicate dust-cover
The first reading of Graham Greene, circled quotations of love
Formed body of text read in your voice
I am reminded of you
Awakening aroma of peppermint
Livening lift of lemon and ginger
Streaming in the spice of Thai latte infusions
The sweet taste of apple crunch
I am reminded of you
In everything, I see you.
It is the reason I look
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
Within the swirl of a dry white
Its reflection of tear drop etchings
The crack of an ice cube against warm gin
Inside the heat of *** spice
I am reminded of you
Between the sleeves of pressed vinyl
Inside its gatefolded impressionism
The hushed thoughts hidden against the words between the words
Within the gravel of a voice in blue
I am reminded of you
Lost in the folds of dog-eared literature
A finger under a delicate dust-cover
The first reading of Graham Greene, circled quotations of love
Formed body of text read in your voice
I am reminded of you
Awakening aroma of peppermint
Livening lift of lemon and ginger
Streaming in the spice of Thai latte infusions
The sweet taste of apple crunch
I am reminded of you
In everything, I see you.
It is the reason I look
