Fresh water, from a spring
The scent of blooming trees
The earth beneath
Wide open sky
Wandering
I think about holding your hand
As we read the labels
Of exotic plants
Pulling in for a kiss
Before parting
I think of antiques
Sifting through treasures, from long ago
Hot, stifling air, escape
And sharing my favorite food with you
I love how you delight
In flavor
Mostly I think of all the ways
That I feel in your presence
How the fire is banked
But can easily be stoked
To a flame
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