The wind blows her perfume
Words are fragrant kisses
Invisible elements of the soul
You return to me like the salmon
Not to die but to give
I have felt your eyes in your poems
Tonight I celebrate Your courage
Don't you love me in your head
Screens are on and the wind blows
You are like a muse in my bed
You know the feelings of being alone
I feel your soft touch of fire
I can make your toes curl
Remember James Dean in Giant?
Remember he told Elizabeth Taylor
Your pretty enough to eat
Welcome back baby
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