Cinnamon and apples
Fill each breath
As my head rests
Upon your breast,
My cheek warming
Against your skin.
Your heart’s
Gentle cadence
Soothes my own,
While the tender touch
Of your fingers
Brushes aside
The phantoms
Of my tired brain.
And as I drift
In this peaceful
Moment,
I am brought
Closer to your embrace
By the scent of
Cinnamon and apples.
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