There is heaven in rosy cheeks; 
sweet spice  
in the eloquent silence of a kiss, 
it’s not the dance 
that fills the body with thunder, 
rather it’s delight  
that mirrors my own in certain ways 
only spring comprehends.  
He has become my favorite ache.  

 

 

 

 

 

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Posted for Quadrille #176: “Mirror, mirror on the wall” @dVerse Poets Pub