I hear the strum and pick
of acoustic guitar
when you rub my back.
Something Spanish
and slow. Rodrigo.
I want you to know,
care that I hear music.
It seems important.
That morning and spring
are delights that I think
of tomorrow and those moments
between sleeping and waking
are some of my favourtie times
The scent of the familiar
hangs in the air.
I want my scent to be present
in other women's perfume.
For you to remember when
you rub my back, I hear music.
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