Siren’s Song by Lynne Sargent
I am here
in love
it is new,
but not unfamiliar
it is like swallowing a garden,
licking the petals from my lips;
where the folds of the lavender
taste almost as sweet as yours.
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I am here
in love
it is new,
but not unfamiliar
it is like swallowing a garden,
licking the petals from my lips;
where the folds of the lavender
taste almost as sweet as yours.
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