A favorite fragrant found by chance
Advances to assurance of a good day.
History is written in the patterns on wings
With flourishes, brightness and colorful things
That flutter in their kisses like lashes on neck.
So we beckon the moment to stay.
Words arched at a burger joint
Make the point clear as day
That this is the way eyes focus on light.
A perpetual dream state laid out on the floor,
Sprawled out on the couch,
Or asleep in the bed,
And the sun-soaked mornings
Make me want to stay more,
But only so many good things can be kept in my head.
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