Swan Lake
White lilies and dopamine.
I wanted to live this kind of life with you,
Well liked and breathing deeply,
Touching a sensation in the room.
It’s blooming and smells like
Gardenias tapping at the window.
Under a gentle moon,
You can rest inside me.
Lead by a light I have never known
To call love and it’s mine,
and what’s mine is yours.
Ginger Jones is a poet from California
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