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Peach and honey in the air,
Ice-cream cones on the pavement. Windows flung wide-open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind-chime breeze through the leaves & branches shimmering with heat-haze.
There's a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worn-away-at-the-edges kind of beauty about this dream,
And you, paint-spattered camera-flash on your skin, you, & you, & you.
Want to live like this. Forever.
Always reaching for each other and never quite touching.
Light bathing the marble-skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent.
Call it love, call it anything you want.
In this life, it starts raining the second we say each other's names.
In the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time.
In another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.