* untitled * (for her)

I have found myself off course,
lost on paths that have not taken
me back to your warmth.

I have tasted the salt off this gentle
landscape when my hunger cried
out for the calmness of your arms.

I drank from the well in the middle
of flat femmes aiment lands where
familiar tastes and sweet night rain
fall upon my kiss.

And then I looked up and your eyes
smiled down at me.


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