Warm breezes bring tickling
grasses to our bare toes as I
glance up to you -
Your hypethral eyes are the perfect reflection
Of what I hope Heaven looks like
in summer.
We
and the seconds move like
Watered elephants, deliberate,
But with slow and tranquil grace.
My hands are lingering clouds as I touch your face.
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