Your voice is the soft chime
of clothes in the summer breeze —
soft white sheets rising to the sky,
held by small pegs,
the way your words hold my day.
And with your existence,
the world becomes softer.

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She called my name
with a voice of musical lyrics

The alphabet of every
language
was created
to be spoken by her

She smiled like the sun
of my roots

Her scarf framing her face
like those of my ancestors

Her eyes resemble mine
with hope of love

Her frankincense
like sand lingering onto
wood
I am enchanted
by her every word too

As she breezed past
footsteps so light

I would rewrite my name,
and every word she speaks
just to hear her R’s

You looked to the side and smiled,
A smile from a place of recognition
Of shared roots

Smitten is what I am by you
Your eyes
have a smile in them I need to know

But really it’s your hands ,
Warm in the way they handed me a phone
Self conscious in the way they pat your head

There is a calmness and gentle peace
And I wonder
Will you be the one

To calm the storm of my brain,
Too early to tell,
It really was enchanting to meet you

You were the layer protecting my heart
But it shattered, with one pierce
Shards flying across
As my heart,
Now open and bare
Was dragged across the jagged edges
That was once the home of your protection

I drank the coffee out of your cup 

then asked you to pour more into mine 

I thought it was an endless supply….

I never meant to spill it