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"What do you think of when you think of me?"
A hand against skin in moonlight-
A heavy sigh laced with warmth-
"What do you mean?"
A gentle pull-
Rustling sheets.
"When you, ya know, think of me and love?"
A nose-
Lips together-
I think of October breezes and warm cinnamon; the magic of Christmas through a child's eyes; the first breath of spring that God exhales with heavy lungs; the summer's clouds and raging winds that show the universe's true power.
Soft sighs-
I think of clarifying pools of blue and Indian's Moon corn; strong buildings that reach far past the horizons; trees that remember they don't lose their buds forever and bless the Earth with a blanket for winter.
Searching kisses-
I think of time and how forever feels irrelevant when in wrapped in muscle; days are no longer just moments but objects now worth the glorious first sigh morning offers; how years are at last a near distant future, not an abominable abyss.
Soothing scents-
I think of calcium and iron build-up underneath seven thin layers of protective covering; miles of sinew and muscle covering opalescent splinters; contracting and expanding of chambers and oxygen; prints that will only ever be yours, blending against my skin.
"Your eyes, your minutes, and your hands."
One kiss-
One dream-
Just love.
A hand against skin in moonlight-
A heavy sigh laced with warmth-
"What do you mean?"
A gentle pull-
Rustling sheets.
"When you, ya know, think of me and love?"
A nose-
Lips together-
I think of October breezes and warm cinnamon; the magic of Christmas through a child's eyes; the first breath of spring that God exhales with heavy lungs; the summer's clouds and raging winds that show the universe's true power.
Soft sighs-
I think of clarifying pools of blue and Indian's Moon corn; strong buildings that reach far past the horizons; trees that remember they don't lose their buds forever and bless the Earth with a blanket for winter.
Searching kisses-
I think of time and how forever feels irrelevant when in wrapped in muscle; days are no longer just moments but objects now worth the glorious first sigh morning offers; how years are at last a near distant future, not an abominable abyss.
Soothing scents-
I think of calcium and iron build-up underneath seven thin layers of protective covering; miles of sinew and muscle covering opalescent splinters; contracting and expanding of chambers and oxygen; prints that will only ever be yours, blending against my skin.
"Your eyes, your minutes, and your hands."
One kiss-
One dream-
Just love.
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Wow, the imagery! What powerful imagery! The way each line is broken up and transitions into the next is perfectly suited to this story. I really like the sort of Q&A format used. Impressive literature; everything is described so succinctly and vividly, I can imagine it all with ease.