I inhale the smell of raindrops from off your clothes and hair and jacket
'Where have you been, ' I murmur as I kiss your skin tenderly
'Away, ' you reply, kissing me so warmly it's as if there are burning stars in my throat
The ice cube of my heart is melted with your kindness
And I drown in the pools of your blue eyes
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