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Taking you in

my senses are attuned.

Sight, hearing, taste and smell


when eager fingers

rip open the skin

of the ripe,




Heat trapped the smell of


sea salt,


familiar spices,

the dry smoke from fields of burnt sugarcane.

Birds call.

City traffic snarls.

I want to cuddle,

and never leave.

From: Three Echoes Dancing

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