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Oct 2018
I find my soul in the dip of his lips
That perfect Cupid’s bow
How it seems to cup my very dreams
I know that my heart sits
In the curl of his smile, a secret thing
Held between us, one grin to another
And still the way he holds my lungs
Under his tongue, rolls them in his mouth
Controls every shudder of my chest
I am transcended when I look at him
Two eyes of spring forest that take me
Boundless into whispering sleep
When the light is absorbed into his skin
And they change from willow to ocean
In a blink we travel miles, and I follow
Eager, with my hands reaching for him
To entwine in the curls of his hair
I am always aching to pull him closer
He is the sun blowing kisses at my moon
And I, with all the brightness he gives me
Will sit peaceful in his orbit
Home, at last
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
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