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Exhausted, Content
Do you remember those dreams we used to share
silently in the night, with sticky covers binding our forms,
warm breath mingling sweetly between?
When time hadn’t made us yet fear the world
or riddled and faded our bodies.
Remember those caresses and kisses deep
of how we melted and dissolved into one another,
whole worlds born and destroyed within us
time and time again?
I remember how you looked at me –
all fogged-eyed and smiling
Us, we, safe in each other’s bodies two forms made one,
Finally, exhausted, content.
©RosamundGravelle2017
First Published in Her Heart's Poetry's Anthology
THE ANNUAL I 2017
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