Know your voice (hear your voice when you talk in front of me)
Recognize you when you
first come round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you've just left.
Know the lift of your hell (your saucony)
the glide on your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
"more"
Note : Poem by Jalaluddin Rumi. I just add some words, for you Apple.
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