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Light from the other room cascades across the outline of your body.
Shadows cloak all but the highlights of your face,
leaving but a sketch for me to enjoy.
Time passes so quickly while I lie here watching in silent bliss, remembering the time we first met.
A midday spring sun showering warmth upon the earth,
bringing to life the lush green place,
illuminating the dominant presence standing in the midst of it all.
I had been drawn to you like a moth to a flame.
No matter how I fought, I could not control my body.
I grabbed hold of you, pressing my lips to yours.
Withdrawing, I stated how no authority could have prevented my kissing you.
Within the instant of the kiss, my loneliness was forgotten within its gentle swoon.
Drifting back to the present I watched your sleeping body stir,
hearing your lips mumble about the dream going on inside your head.
I can now recall the time we had to learn about one another in the worst of ways.
Rage took over a quiet evening together.
Vicious phrases were thrown at one another like final judgments.
Anger surged past the restraints, drowning the relationship in its wake.
In a nick of time the tide retreated sparing the one necessary element of our love -- its heart.
Again you shifted about in the bed next to me.
With a slight sigh or maybe a yawn,
you shifted a little more leaving your back to me.
My hand ran over your shoulder and down your side,
sliding towards the small of your back and up to your neck.
I pulled my self in close to you,
moving my arm around your waist as I gently kissed the back of your neck;
hoping not to wake you.
As I lay there taking in the scent from your hair,
you turned to me with concearn in your eyes.
With a glimmer in my soul I leant forward gently feeling your lips with mine;
letting you know: nothing could ever be better.
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