I like

by Dieu

I like the sound of rain on windowpanes,
but not as much as the sound
of your murmurs
in the night.

I like the taste of strawberries and whipped cream,
but oh, not nearly as much
as your kisses
that taste sweeter than
Winnie’s honey.

I like the warmth of a sweater and coffee in bed,
but
dear one,
it cannot touch the
lightning you spark with one look
of yours,
or with one word said.

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