I See You
Walking, Strutting, Proud
And rightly so
I Hear You
Sobbing, Crying, Sad
For reasons you don’t know
I Smell You
Honey, fig, spruce
The wind carries it to me
I Taste You
Peppermint and pretzels
And you and I become we
I Touch You
Soft and ever silky
Like skin that’s born anew
I Am You
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