Love Letter #13

It was a good night to write
all the right fluff at my back,
your hand holding mine
and a warm cup of coco bella tea
(from that little cafe in Port Renfrew)
with heavy cream
and a dash of cinnamon.

Now, if I could just find the right adjectives
to express my feelings when you come near;
how even after all this time,
my breathing becomes erratic
and there is a fluctuation of beats-
a dancing in my chest
even when there is no music.

The atmosphere is just right
for tea and poetry,
but a thesaurus cannot help me
to fine tune this love story;
this assonance of us.

~

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