Cuttlefish Ink

You are the look of mown grass
The blade that cuts

You are the breeze after the storm
The thunder that warns

You are the sweetness in iced tea
The sliced lemon on the side

You are the steady of a rocking chair
The creak and snap of the floor

You are the scent of tomato leaves
The itch of the fibers

You are the sunshine on the beach
The aloe stem for the burn

You are the dog-eared pages in a book
The break of the spine

You are the cuttlefish ink
The sepia spill

You are the top of my hand
The slap on the wrist

You are the beat of my heart
The skip in between

You are the buzz in the bee skep
The shelf life of honey

You are the length of a day
The one in my twentyImage


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