The snow outside smells of
distance and chill,
while the snow blooming
in the bath smells of roses
and something deeper.
You still hang on my skin,
brushing off into the water.
sinking into the depths and
sneaking to the surface to
kiss my forearm.
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ivette
Beautiful!
"You still hang on my skin,
brushing off into the water." ….I loved that line