Monday, September 4, 2017


You are sleeping. Your shirt and printed pants on, your eyes are closed.
Your hair is adrift on your face.
Your sweet scent leaves your hair and body. It seeps thru the pillow and sheets

It is my turn to sleep. I smell the traces of your scent.
I love your scent, a breezy summer afternoon kind of scent.
Soft sniff.
I dream about  you. I was on you.

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