my mind


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