Of love

Lay against me

nestle yourself in the curve
of an arm
the night smells of
silent promises
I see them wave as warmth
in the dark

stealing a kiss, confused

on the pillow
is your hair
so beautiful entangled

I taste a name
sought on your lips
around your belly button
I write your skin full of phrases

just searching a while
somewhere on your tummy
or a bit further
after the first letter

of love.

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