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Je T'aime

The sun
spills pettles
accross  
her canvass

Legs  
bound  
in four  
strands  
Knotted  
like the french  
plait  
in her hair  
 
Heart beats  
against my cheeks  
as a side drum  
waiting for  
a trombone  
to sound  
 
Fingers entwined  
having worked  
an honest day  
holding on  
as if  
there will never be  
a time  
to let go  
 
Her breath  
whispering  
over skin  
in a harmony  
that  
settles choirs  
 
This is when  
I am most  
at home    
 
We agree over  
coffee  
No one  
says it  
quite  
like us  
 
 
-x-  
 
RevolutionAL
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
Published | Edited 28th Dec 2021
Author's Note
Merry Christmas Wifey
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