I would come to you in the old, high way of love,
take your hands in mine,
Run my fingers, trace the arches of your brow,
I would stretch the smile lines concertinaed at your eyes.
I would look deep into the pool of your soul -
its slowly turning, softly spinning, precious depths.
I would kiss you on the lips and taste love's touch,
Find the truth in our connection, years' embrace in one.
Together we'd merge gracefully,
as wind sways the trees,
as our breaths expel hot urgent
smoke screens on the sky.
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