Do your wandering thoughts
ever wonder about me?
Love, you occupy mine
like a sonnets devotee.
In my calmest moments,
I feel your hands about my waist,
the softness of your lips,
your aftertaste.
The glow of candles,
bedroom door closed,
music that leaves your
heart exposed.
I remember the love,
I remember the daze,
promises exchanged
in a honeyed haze.
I think of that
when life starts to sting;
our first day spent together
and what our future might bring.
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