Soul Candy

Sitting there, regretting my sweater,
Feeling broken and alive,
I was in the presence of something beautiful.

Seventy-six degrees and climbing,
Stuck but moving,
His words were effortless and breathtaking

Ease like his is covet worthy
Apt and piercing,
I was in awe of him and his warm hands

Oh God, it was good
Soul candy
is what it was

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