Do you see the poem  
happening to me when I look at you? 
I know I do,  
a hint of rose on your skin, 
whispering  
of something unspoken, every inhale  
drawn with intent. 
And now, the garden stirs around us,  
will you stay forever? 

 

 

 

 

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Posted for Quadrille #216 – Can You Take a Hint @dVerse Poets Pub