Sapiosexual

I will fall in love with the places you have been

with the light and the warmth that sings from your skin.

With the stories and songs you whisper at night,

your hand in mine, vines entwined tight.

I will remember your bones,

shapes under silk.

spheres and prisms soaked with milk.

But most of all, I will ache for your mind.

for its rare dreams and thoughts, neatly wrapped up with twine.

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