The droplets on
your neck
glow in the dark,
sway with the tunes,
I wipe the trickle
with my lips.
It rained,
in a dream,
on the balcony,
cleansing the tan;
all white and misty
when the morning
rays overwhelmed
the red, scented candle
I left burning,
by our bed, last night.
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