Feel warm my arms around your waist and
Undulate divinely, a sweet grand
Caress on the tips of your fingers.
Kiss me and I tingle. Your soft breath.
Your silence. A shade of you lingers
Over, riding the clouds headed west,
Uncertain but full of decision.
Breathing tapers. Your harsh precision
Inters me. But I still blindly hope:
Tomorrow we'll go back to those woods,
Cough in the kicked-up dust and dance close:
Has anything ever been for good?
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