am the pollen of words
in the whispers of your dreams
my mind spreads honey
while your bud blossoms stars
vulnerable, your galaxy marvel
in the taste of my marvel
seeing you perfuming yourself
with my blue eyes’ memoir
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subject, — Memories 🎨 Ewa Switala