During courtship, a male penguin will find the smoothest pebble to give to a female as a gift.
And I would grind a granite mountain into a polished thumb of rock for you to hold in the palm of your hand.
In return, all I would ask is to be able to hang onto that scent that you carelessly leave in your blouse.
It is the scent that lingers in your curls when I kiss your cheek.
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