Even now, I can smell you.
I can feel your skin on mine.
If I close my eyes and take myself back,
surrounded by green,
I can breathe you in once more.
I kissed you.
I felt your lips pressed to my forehead
our legs entangled,
our selves released.
Dancing, we were dancing,
though we stood still.
You bring forth my purities, blinking at the light.
I am so thankful for you.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 6:00 AM UTC
Even now, I can smell you.
I can feel your skin on mine.
If I close my eyes and take myself back,
surrounded by green,
I can breathe you in once more.
I kissed you.
I felt your lips pressed to my forehead
our legs entangled,
our selves released.
Dancing, we were dancing,
though we stood still.
You bring forth my purities, blinking at the light.
I am so thankful for you.
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