There is piano

Notes Drifting around me

Like warm air in the topics

Caressing my skin

There are tomatoes

Garlic, onions and spices

Roasting on the stove

Soon to become sauce

And we will eat together

There are fingers

Scratching along my back

On a lazy Sunday morning

These things are truths

Embedding into consciousness

They are beauty

Worn on flesh

Like tattoos

Given by one-another

Personal runes

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