- We speak in soft words and through unfolding light in each other’s eyes. Of dreams and hopes and promises. The deep red Smoking Loon disappearing from our glasses, tainting our smiles with that same passionate red. We stumble laughing into the cold, late December night. Arms folding, circling, supporting. You lead me home to summer castles that will not fade into clouds.
- Five days of serenity. No looming over my shoulder, no NOW, no MUST. Only licked clean kitty fur and fresh laundered fleece and the hum of a movie playing on the screen. And the perfect curve where your shoulder meets your chest – perfect to rest my head.
- The wondrous buzz of power through my body after showering off time at the gym.
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