Lilt me your lips,
Our lost breath intermingling.
Synchronize our silence
As lazy hours ease by.
Waft cocoa, hazelnut, cinnamon,
Scents around me.
Tremble with me
In paralyzing pauses.
I may no longer breathe
Without breathing you.
Judith Pordan
Anon: 'Den Ondsinta Käringen' (The mean-minded hag)
10 hours ago
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