NB: The title was borrowed from an Association song; and three words from @cr8tiveCandy on Twitter:
Everything
that touches you
the prosaic hues
of a warm evening
breeze kissing
your cheek
in summer
the quick, vulgar
blemishes of
a bitter rain
in late winter
the blossoms
that strain
to run their
eager fingers
through your
honeysuckle hair
in glorious spring
the bored
desiccated leaves
that crumble
like corn flakes
under your feet
in autumn
the songs
you sing
like anthems
when you think
no one is listening
the familiar
scent of lavender
in the weekend market
and even
the sweet warmth
of fresh cherries
on your breath
first thing
in the morning
they are temporary
fleeting disdains
and delights
that do not know
your limitless desires
your quiet resolve
your beautiful name
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