The chants of your love,
resounding my memories
on my pursed eyelashes hiding
slumber, voices of promise
brush through my skin,
warming spots where your touch aromatises,
tints of affection overlap my blues,
and the slumber deepens
with your memories, I heave sighs
like waves washing impressions of tension off my heart,
with rhythms of reverence tracing over,
and peace purses in where chaos once ruled.
©umclite
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