How different is the woman

who smells like fresh lime,


like bright sunlight in inclement days, from

the one who sets your

imaginations on fire with her

maddening eyes and

debian red lips~

How wonderful are those muses

who lead you into libraries

sneaking a kiss


those whose

scent you follow

through shoddily lit coves 

shedding layer

upon layer

of sanity~

How grandeur

is the journey of love

that these mermaids

take me through,


the suffering

veiled in

beautiful promises.


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