When I Remember You by Katie Buchannan

 

I drink the tonic of your eyes

And the sweet, dreaming scent

Of your skin,

Like the scent of cool flowers

Like your arms around my shoulders.

Meeting you on the street at noon.

Your soft twilight voice

Follows me through the waiting hours.

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