To build a home.

 

 

When our bodies touch, swaying on low sung notes

How much of this is mine to keep when morning comes and you’ll be gone?

Out of vibrant emotions, sounds, gestures, shared preferences, exquisite fragrances

Leaving little in this space we now call our own, turning easily into my whole world.

Entering one’s life should be refused until commitment to timeless wildest happiness exudes. 

 

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