march violets/

©2021 Michael Raven

i dreamt of march violets and
the scent of sandalwood
fingers tangled in hair and
drinking spiced mead
her wine-sweet kiss stung
electric and alive
while the radio played
old breaking heart songs
the sun
melting 
away

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