LikeBarcelona


The day starts

Here sleepy like

A dewy pasture

In Wisconsin full

Of calling birds

Lovers stir slowly

Like cream in

A hot cup

Of coffee being

Absorbed in my

Arms like a

Letter in envelope

Music begins to

Play in the

Flat next to

Me caressing my

Ears like your

Fingers did outside

That cafe in

Barcelona when you

Told me that

You loved me

So, what did you think?

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