bless my starry skies
and this expanse of deepest black.
a curtained soliloquy in waking up next to something new.
letting fingers intertwine as a melody lingers in the distance
embracing...
everything.
intimacy is everywhere if you bother to hold onto it.
rushing through your fingers and peppering the neck with sensation.
a festooning of joy
discussed in quiet circles with the whispered promise
of
sameness.
the end of solace and misery.
the beginning of forgiveness.
the start of a conversation that never ceases to amaze.
the continuance...
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