the first sips of

coffee as the

morning sun finally

comes out to play

behind closed curtains.

your fingertips

feel like pastels

on sand paper,

gently bringing

softness with every

stroke of velvet vibrance.

your gaze is so vivid,

it pierces through

my hearts surface,

digging deep until

satisfaction and sorrow

no longer create an

intersection.

you see the garden in me,

removing every weed

as they spring,

embracing my

seasons fluctuation.

your love makes my

inner child glisten.

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