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Mar 2013
She feels no confusion
her lips on his eyes
blue as a mountain lake
Comfort enfolds her
like the first time
her cheek touched his
bicep as they walked
enmeshed.
Surrounded by warmth,
fear has
fallen to the trail.
Trust
fills her heart.
William A Poppen
Written by
William A Poppen  87/M/Tennessee
(87/M/Tennessee)   
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