My Own

Strewn fresh lavender

No rose petals would do

Oh how it crushed beneath us!

I’ll draw you a bath

Hours we are in the dark

Swaddled by scented water

Comfortably awkward

Again the heady purple envelopes us

Skin melts

Until we are here

Always

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