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Winters are around
and I have clean-dusted the window
to let the sun stream in..
Intoxicating ! The warm sun
that feels as delicate and comforting
as the taste of
the smooth naked shoulder of yours,
and it tingles me like your breath.
The breeze rubs
teasing as your touch does
like the back of your palm
on my cheeks and silken arms,
till they slide away into the day
to give way
to more mundane things.
The day is a room
that has blooms
sprouting smiles in a vase
of your memory in the corner of my mind.

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