"I passionately hate the idea of being with it; I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time."
-Orson Welles
Peace & Love
One Sense.
Sweet, spiced, human
Gentle, soft, man
It encompasses me
Scent I yearn
Something no perfume could imitate
Taste it, smell it
Lips, so moist
Wedged between mine
Home in one’s breath
I sniff each whisper
Him, an aroma
Plethora of memories
Every embrace
A year of songs
Of words, of silence
Of tears, of laughs
Of love, only Love.
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