#02

Like lovers on a quiet long stroll,
squinting in the sun;
a stealthy intimate comfort
in their closeness, their hands touch,
biding their time,
mincing unspoken words,
sudden smiles,
pregnant silence,
I hold her by my side,
my prelude to poetry,
my avidity to write,
my kryptonite.

-CD

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