i asked for your name and your voice sounded
like perfectly made cappuccino,
all light foam and silky milk
and perfectly brewed coffee
that tickles your taste buds and nose
that then sits warmly in my tummy.
you asked for my name and at my reply,
all i felt was warm sun light
and a sense of familiarity and belonging
which i have long hoped for
that i got
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