from small encounters.

Her words were soft.
They cuddled my attention
till they found comfort in her aura.
They are a pillow of profound tenderness,
as I lay carelessly on them.

Her eyes were guarded
by lashes that ran from ever
to sunsets seated
by warm coffee flavoured
windows.

Good hearts beat to a rhythm.
One that sounds like gentle rain,
swinging swings, evening breeze
and the howl the swaying savannas.

I fear the comfort
I find in you.

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