when quivering lips meet
&
tongues
& whispers soothe each sigh
the ache of two vagabond souls yearning to share a few moments,
to share, to feel again,
memories and pain intermingled
seeking a peace so elusive to find …
‘it’s then
I must still my thundering heart, my love
&
close my eyes,
just hoping against reason,
that when I awake
you shall still be lying here beside me
and that you shall still
be mine
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