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The Careful Art of Falling in Love
Aug 3, 2021
Sight, Scent, Touch, Taste, Sound
Sight — you cross my vision like a shooting star silently coasting across the sky.
Scent — you smell like morning coffee and fresh flowers and the way sunlight warms a room.
Touch — you run your smooth palm against my arm, fingertips grazing bare skin, and I think how easy it would be to return to bed right then.
Taste — you take a sip of orange juice and peck your lips against mine in a citrus concoction that makes me dizzy.
Sound — you breathe in, out, in, out as I collect these moments like they’re tangible things to carry in my pocket.
