the words spill
in watercolors across
my aching mind
yet the only ones
i can extract from
the pastel pageantry
are coffee flavored
kisses to my love
who sleeps by the waves

that is enough
my sacred bastion
in the anxieties
swirling relentlessly
erasing any doubt
as to why i love her so

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