122 when i pass through a field of jasmine
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when i pass through a field of jasmine, should i not think of you leaning back on the dock at midnight staring at the sky, your hair dangling in a waterfall through my fingers, your neck laced with the scent of a billion white pedals springing from grassy glades in oak shadow and this one perfect moment when the softness of your skin met my lips for the first time and i found this missing piece of me that you somehow teased out
and now, dear god, please tell me how i can forget these memories and move on as if they were dreams and not the very things that bring me so close to life i can’t be sure whether i’m a breath away from death or centuries of living well folded in a single kiss
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when i pass through a field of jasmine, should i not think of you leaning back on the dock at midnight staring at the sky, your hair dangling in a waterfall through my fingers, your neck laced with the scent of a billion white pedals springing from grassy glades in oak shadow and this one perfect moment when the softness of your skin met my lips for the first time and i found this missing piece of me that you somehow teased out
and now, dear god, please tell me how i can forget these memories and move on as if they were dreams and not the very things that bring me so close to life i can’t be sure whether i’m a breath away from death or centuries of living well folded in a single kiss
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
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