You are the thick warmth from my glove—
A mild heat that even winter would love.
You are the coldness from my beer—
A thrilling taste that makes summer so dear.
Sweeter than sweet, you are the scent
Breathing on my white shirt, lighter than light.
Someday you'll know what these words meant
If your dream's a mirror alone at night.
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