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I was nervous ,,

clutching my stupid Heart
with shaking fingers.

nothing else could replace
that exact moment
of thoughts and spices ,,
Knives and Niceties.

Coffee-stained morning kisses
and a trembling in my throat ,,
but with little regret
and a head full of bliss.

Offer up the couch
but join me in my bed
as our dreams intertwine –
Wrapping silk and steam.

a smoke for the road
with the windows rolled down
& the Sun of dawn
Rising slowly behind.