sweet-smelling lavender hangs in your hair
let's lay for awhile, and listen to the rain
play its beat on the ground. Watch it
bead on your skin, ever hesitant, and
roll down your shoulder, swimming
through the contours of your back
to that spot that makes you laugh
kiss me, and stop these words
from spilling onto the wet grass
they're wasted on
the inconstant seasons
only your smile can inspire them
only your mouth can receive them
only your soul can decipher them.
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