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she loves brewed coffee in the mornings. she loves the way the steam rises up and hits the morning sunrise, and she loves the burn of the first sip because it makes her feel awake and alive.
systems connecting blood to blood, mind to mind. the wind to your face and the light on the water. the storm passes by and the water flows down into the drain like systems of words that echo through my mind. they fall, they fall, they fall down and out of my mouth but they always seem to come back to fog my head like dark clouds on a windy day.
my chest swells and my brain wants to explode and i'm ready to pour out words like a rainy day where the streets are flooded and i'm filled with the passion of the world and i can feel it flooding through my skin and pumping through my heart and all i want to do is dance in the rain and let this beauty sink through my skin until the sun is ready to peek in the creases of the clouds.
she stands in the blanket of autumn leaves that always seem to cover your yard no matter how much you rake it. the full moon shines bright above us, but the clouds are ready to swallow it up and digest it back into the universe so maybe these stars barely reaching the human eye are the only way to lead us back home.
you whisper to me and your breath is as warm as a summer's day, a contrast to the cool autumn air surrounding us. fog rises from your mouth engulfing us in the steam from our bodies and that's all we need to brighten up our day.
i speak in words, but i speak in mountains and rivers and the oceans that move. these words quick to judge like the lightning in the sky and graceful like the leaves in autumn.
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