The warmth of your fidgety body
Nestled against my spine
The softness of your fairy kisses
On my cheek
The sweet nutty smell of your hair
The shape and smallness of your hands in mine
These things I carry with me
Like the strange collection of shells and stones
Leaves and cicada skins
That find their way to the bottom of my bag
Unseen
Ready to surface and take me by surprise
Like the great waves of my love for you
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