Hair like a scouring pad
Dark as the space between stars
Curved to frame your noble face
My fingers along the ridge of your brows
Holding your face with my palms
I reminisce upon that day
Under the Floridian sun
You laughed
About what I do not know
Yet in that moment
A Polaroid formed in my minds eye
Forever captivating you
Precisely happy
To fuel my days
Ever after.
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