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A Mature Love Poem



Tea whistling gently on the kettle.

An open window.

Smudges on rearview mirrors.

A bed, neatly folded.

A candle slow dancing on the nightstand.

The faintest smell

Of your cologne.

A bowl of fresh fruit.



-JC

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