Thursday, June 13, 2013

In a day, or maybe even an evening

It is pretty simple and elegantly as instantaneously sweet. 

The slight drip of a thought of you slides slowly down my tired mind. It inexorably pools, warms and taints my thoughts and stains them with you. 

The honey of a day, the honey in a night. You add without knowing a sweetness to the blandness of a day. I can still taste you in my mind. 

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