Seeing Sounds 

Listening to her get ready –

Waiting to hear a whisper

Between creaks in door of plastic caps dancing –

Clapping to the new outfit she chose – a rose for the the day,

And her perfume from some room in a dark corner of mind,

Reaches my nose curled softly in bed.

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