Words fell in still places and gathered the wherewithal to stay.
Words that, like water often does, ran dry.
Complications of us
(you’ll always be mine)
Between her words, it’s sublime.
(I’m here, forever)
And I shut my eyes.
Her words breathe life through the wind and kiss me on my cheek.
Like love made, we lay with each other.
Like kisses on eyelids, we feel adored.
Sweetly becoming the woman the other can only dream up.
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