It feels illicit -
In this warmth
that many covet,
In this sunshine
about which they rave -
To let my mind wander
To when you are here.
You
kissing my forehead,
tickling my feet,
Your breath
crisp on my face
Cloaking me
Soaking me
with your hum.
I can close my eyes
and be calm
When you are here.
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