A Bow'n'Arrow

A certain scentimental
Makes me

Miss the bliss lip gloss
You lost between the pillows

Mean every word I showed you
All this already known

And bird is a word
Of a brilliant mind
Winding its way into mine
The kind you have
Pleasing me
Only appeasing the peons
Who don't know what it means
To peer into the eyes of fire serene

Quick triple clap
And I snap back to scents
Nap in the comfort, close to the most meaning
Meander in your hair and everywhere
Less each other, more ourself
All else unknown, unneeded
Seeded vision in a view very few
No, none will see
Effort in the arc
Of you and me

Feel you when I turn around