I roam on an alley in stillness
My heels barely scratching the ground
As I recall your mouth sampling
Camembert and tang of pickles,
And weekends thereafter, same same
Dose of appetizers; laughter dripping
From your replayed stories...the taste
of cocktails, your skin just as intense.
Like so, spring arrives with the madness
of fleeting twilight....your dulcet breath
vicious and abrupt that...
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