For Zulfa
Awakened
by her fragrant breath
her soft whispers
floating above my face
her hands
holding mine
I touch her fingers
one
by
one
passing my lips
on the soft skin.
The smell of the hot coffee
fills the room
I take
a deep breath
as the morning sunshine
brightens the olive green curtains.
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