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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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