Thursday, November 1, 2012

Menthol...

(Love. Habit. And a breath of cool air... My dedication to my everyday)







I wake up, with you
in the back of my mind
A pleasant promise of togetherness
My morning ritual
My sanctimonious affair
Will begin soon

I search for you
Through a blurred vision
I long for you
Behind closed eyes
And in finding you
My fears seem allayed

As the flames touch you
Inches from me
I feel you singe
I take it all in
The fumes embracing my senses
Slowly the chaos fades

Morning has come
As your calm soothes my ruffled veins
With a hint of mint
A cooling kiss
You are mine to be devoured
Again...

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