warm whispers.

her breath on my hand

warm like the sand

on a summer afternoon

her sense beside me

I feel nothing but her

I see none but me

in her, I live a dream

subtle her taste

her touch a breeze

what I lost all this time

I find in her and she

herself finds in me

such grace this moment

we share a bond of fate

like sea drops fusing

we fall into a daze

forgotten our state

we sit constrained by none

nothing can tear a soul in two

none can break a mere gaze.

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