My tongue awoke to chocolate,
teeth tingling in the sunlight,
the nets of the new day sagging
under so many possibilities.
Your hair smells like chocolate
and rinses red in the sunlight,
and who can say what magic
lingers in my senses?
I’m most alive the moment
I awake to find my death
has yet to discover me,
hiding in such lush beauty.
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