the visitor
To turn your head is soOut of the realm of my reality
Knowing this, I'll take it, willingly
As I share stories and you inhale
Willingly
You are a mystery, my favorite genre
You pass without turning your head
I watch and admire
The time apart is fruitful
I think of a peach, it's sweet smell
Soft against my cheek, I hold with reverence
Just one taste would be enough but always room for more
You turned my head
With kind gestures, distracted me
From scary monsters ready to pounce
My guard, trespassed, welcomely
I offered a seat
On an ancient couch touched by only 2 others
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