Saturday, April 02, 2022

Art Deco (a poem)

Your voice in my ear,
opening a door in my heart.
Your smell in my nose,
the morning after
and your kiss on my cheek,
when you leave,
while I still sleep,

dreaming of the day
you walked into
a sense of beloning,
elegant and sophisticated,
befitting the style
in which the bar we met was build:
art deco


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