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Sunday, September 4, 2016


A hand hovers over my side
The barest whisper of a touch
Stars come within view
Moving slowly
Serpentine strokes
Bring me higher
Tongue taunting, teasing
Tracing it's way home
Fingers follow
Breaking all bonds
The only thing left
Is you and I
And a steady strum
Of heartbeat