Hey
The hmm is your long deep breaththe warmth of which i still feel
and the remembrance of which
still makes me fragrant.
The hey is the lup dup
the sound of your heart beat
muffling my own
and making me skip a beat or two
as we ride the crests and troughs
Those dizzying heights and these soul satisfying depths
meet at the horizon of our embrace
Such is the landscape of our meeting.
Poetry by Sona
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Written on 2022-08-23 at 21:53
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