***
Cinnamon is in your blood,
like a hint of madness, turned
sexy.
Do you remember the time we drove passed
the red rocks and into the trees--
loving you
was all I needed
And hints of you now,
in the sheets
on the back patio- wind
and your name
inside
my tongue
forever.
-Lara Coscia
Mystic Morocco, time on your side, forecast
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