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.
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Author:
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Comments2
The beauty of living.
It may have just been the tea and oranges but it reminded me of the song by leonard Cohen... Suzanne
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