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It’s been so long, my love,
but I haven’t yet found a perfume
that reminds me of you.
I’ve felt you on my fingertips,
inhaled you after midnight
welcomed you into my days.
You’ve been by my side
almost fourteen years,
subtle yet always there
and you linger in the air
making me run to you
longing to have you back.
Stay by my side next time,
sing my body electric
give me your ecstatic comfort
and pour ink all over me,
dripping hedonistic prose
and then vanish after intimacy,
Whispering into my ear
just how transient
you will always be.
It’s only a shame
no one who’s captured it
can bring me the smell of books.
