You’re something that feels
like deja vu.
You’re someone I used to be.
I know the scent of your skin,
the way it warms beneath me,
the pull of your gaze.
You’re the one I long to admire,
the one my eyes always find,
the one I breathe like pure air…
You’re free,
and a little drunk –
on me,
on passion,
on life itself.
You’re so alive,
so wild,
just twenty-something.
I used to think beauty
was perfect symmetry,
a rare gift,
something out of reach.
Now I know:
true beauty is youth.
twenty something
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