meadows
clouds lined
with
scented candles
what creases
un-folded
lace
me
in
dreams

weave me through you
once again weave me
use me as yarn
colour me
beautiful
dance
with
me
again

under moonlight
our lips will connect
she pushed me
again
she
pulls me back to her


our lips crash
love
is
not
abrupt

of
all
the
whispers
why these
silent
?

















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