cool like menthol

*for brownin’*

in moments cool like menthol
waltzing down the back of the throat
i see you, shapely
full like the hearts of peaches
taking bitterness left in the soil of your soul
and letting it turn to sweetness
much like wine does
these bits of time
cool like that first meeting of fingers
that burn slow long after they part
unlike smoke
you’ve proven you are someone
who can never fade away

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