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Jan 2014
Your voice is like
The sound of rain falling and
Your touch is like Atlas, it
Moves mountains. Those
Lips like silk sheets and
Your tongue crashes into mine like
Ocean waves.

I breathe you in like
The scent of sweet summer wine.
I’m drunk.
The world spins and you
Catch me.

I am the moon,
You are the tide and
We dance an eternal set of steps.
They transcend the heavens and like
An enchanting New Mexico sunset
We find new life during the night.
When the sun rises, your light guides
Me home.
You’re mine.
Robert Dimas
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