that morning
her shampoo...
scents of
coconut
salt
lime
as she ran it
through my
hair
scrubbing deep
enough
to send shivers
down my
skin
a rerun of the night
before when i
wondered how come
she reminded
me of the sea
deep and wet
and tasting of salt
and something i'd
only see every now
and then
throwing myself into
with sweet abandon
wishing it wouldn't
be so long 'til
next time
Birth sign: Libra
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