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A Loving Tale
Oh the ballad of us star crossed two,
we sing we dance we parade
as we so often actually do,
our songs are quiet
introspective sweet nothings
to the ears of the heart,
our dances are wild
spontaneous as our whims
and our parades are private
as we gallivant amongst each other,
our eyes speak this language.
a language i could swear
was divinity in its purest,
no mistakes no misperceptions
just bliss. from one eye to the next.
i wish so hard to feel that one-
exact moment... where for us both
i know,
everything fades away
and all that remains is two,
one soft touch against another.
(that is what i want)
poem
by
David Thomas
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