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I was told I had a cold heart, but look what I’ve found
Summer in her smile, and the warm curve of her legs
(as I lay my head in her lap, exhausted and half dreaming)
a sky full of white clouds and butterflies in the brush of her lips
(kisses tasting of wine and valentine’s extravagance)
a warm spot in the sun, when she puts her arms around me,
(every morning, wrapping around my body like a coil)
a call home I want to answer when says my name.
(with that upward tone when she wants attention)
I feel so lucky to have made it here, clawed my way through
a life that was made up of splashes of hell in a sea of purgatory
to a warm summer rain of small, precious droplets of perfection.
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