JOY OF SOUL

I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognise you when you
first ’round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come
into a room when you’ve just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean into your space
and kiss you.

I want to know thejoy
of how you whisper
“more

Rumi

___daman

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