Both hands
On each others
Bare shoulders
Warm skin
Words
To make me cry
I tell you of my poem
My dream
All possible connections
Whatever
That they mean
Happy times
Hopeful times
Softness
Stipple scented sweet surrender
Eyes that smile
Reflect
The smiled on eyes
We land
A good way before December
Our carrier bags
Outside
In the stillness
The calmness of the night
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