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Reminiscence

The salt of our tears as we embrace 

The spice of your sweater hidden in the back of my closet 

The sweat that clings to your neck 


The rain we ran through on the way home 
after your trekked your way to find me 
Clothes clinging to your skin
 
The morning sun warming up the curtains of my room 
Your fingers dancing on my legs 
My essence that clings onto your beard 

Cherries, wine, a herb asmoke, 
Half naked bodies swaying in the kitchen 
Your breath, my breath, a clash of teeth
Aromatics, my favorite pasta, something Italian 
My hands, your hands, a search of something true 


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