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Mar 2015
I look at you now and I see hands rough with work
hands that have traced my every line and my every curve
hands that have memorized my everything from my lovely brown hair to my long long toes
I see lips pursed in admiration of me
lips that kiss like sin
lips that have brought me to the highest peak of the highest mountain
I see legs cradled in sun faded Levi's
legs that have straddled my womanly hips legs that have strolled the beach alongside mine
I look at you now and I wonder
when I look back on you, on us
will I call you my heaven or my hell?
Melanie Hooper
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Melanie Hooper  PNW
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