the sun is always shining

When nothing makes sense, I drift to the enveloping

scent of jasmine entangled around the window pulling

tightly on my heart strings….

Thoughts reel through a perfect day— sun beaming,

emotions cluttered, laughter flooding common sense,

voices of reason choked out by strong hands close

enough to wander…..laying on tarnished hardwoods,

covered in a thick layer of overdue sentiment mixed

with delicately placed kisses…



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