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WL Schuett

Smile

Soft sea breezes . 

Cigarette papers ,

matches. 

The cooing of the dove . 

A candle drip 

of homemade soap 

lingers in the walls . 

 

Sweet pouty lips , 

petals and thorns . 

Feathers woven 

throughout her hair . 

Lacey dreams of 

wetness and warmth . 

 

Sugared teas, 

the fragrance of love . 

Oranges , 

spices , 

brown earthen incense . 

 

Out on the street 

a child’s laughter 

through the parted 

curtains of time . 

Lost in mystery comes 

a word from the ages . 

Love ,

love , 

love,

she smiles.