missing
      the taste

              
          lips
     brushing
          lips

scribbling odes

       fingertips
        drizzling
        scribbles
               

on bare skin:

my muse
                you
           eternally
               you

         my muse
             mine
         constant
       inescapably
            hewn

             into
        the fabric
       of my soul

        evergreen

       inextricably
            sewn

                 

🌻

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