Finding the words

Finding the words (thank you box of wooden words 🙂)

This cobblestone street
and everything on it
is my delicious empire,
my diabolically calm universe.

This is where life and love
publish their memoirs.
This is where need and want
stifle the obligatory wars
that keep them apart.

Let me surrender to sleep,
where this street becomes
the length of your spine,
where I can choose wine over water

to fuel this fire,
to quench this foolish ache.

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