perspiring with close
contact abound
a shrug through the hair
a gentle run of fingertips
down her face
and a kiss
quiet
then growing
longer and more
beautiful than i've
ever felt or seen
or heard or smelled
or lived.
a passion of desire
felt again and again
gone away, almost
left me getting
almost cold
then a lingering
few kisses
and "i love yous"
exchanged bewildered
but always meant
then distance
the furthest
save death
a search
pulling at the strings
making us stronger
and helping us
grow and come
to realize
what we really
are. what we
can't hide
from
whats...
meant to be
a great teacher
once told me
this...
"its like the wizard of oz,
one must travel through
the wilderness to
realize that there's
no place like home"w.w.
was this the wilderness
or just a profound
realization of what's
so close to home
the pride
the beauty
the youth
the passion
and togetherness
of soul-mates
of us
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