Chocolate kisses and oak trees. The quiet drip and hiss of steam. Slow lazy days and the sun a track in the sky. Your hand in mine. The smell of cape geranium, the sharp taste of champagne. Salt and oysters. Eyes open underwater, the sound of bubbles and muted laughter. Your breath warm on my shoulder. Even the wind feels like a caress. And the strange moments are even funnier with you. When my face and heart ache with smiling and I can’t believe the sky can be so beautiful. Rolling into you first thing and you there the last thing at night. When I feel so full there is hardly space for sliver of fear that asks if this is too much. A sliver banished. And I breathe into this. And thank whatever lines drew you to me.
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