an Esoteric ache
for
voices
over wine
laughing
heads thrown back
twisting
the spines of ancient gods
hidden
in the essence of the real
indecent
and exposed
with eyes closed
and faces pressed tight
into breathtaking instinct
oak, leather and smoke
cotton warm and cool
lavender and amber
I ever was
In love with you
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