by Jeff Oro
cascaded upon by colours vivid, on a bed of grass and
sweat and sweet summer heat. face aflame with freckles
smattered across your sunkissed skin. lips rose
tinted and gloss glistened. tongue that tastes like
tomorrow never began. you are how I remember
you, and in my failings, I forget the rest. in another
life: I am a sunflower and I am content facing
you.
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