We’re swirling ‘round the vapors,
peeking through the looking glass.
Hoping for the world we want to reflect back,
holding the coffee breaths deep in our hearts.
Sugary sweet pull of me to you,
tug-of-war conversation.
Burning up these guarded facades,
exulting in the melding of minds.
Honing in on the scene,
watching each beat pulse symmetry.
Finding ease in every word we speak,
isn’t this how it should always be?
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