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Sep 2010
The fog lifted from the cold pond water.
Bodies jump and dive, naked in the moonlight.
Thinking of nothing else. Not even the degree
of this cold pond water.  The trees around are
all undefinable to the eye this night. In the universe
they were, as the stars are shining bright.
Laying in solemn wonder, a soul with
nothing but love on his mind. The one he
loves, their heart's away someplace in another
lover's eye.  Jealousy grows while trying to
find how to get her love in his dying eyes.  
More and more bitter his feelings arise. Looking
at the stars for answers to his most
unanswerable question.  Slowly, he grows weary,
and his thoughts are dreary. Entering into another realm
his senses stir.  The lover of his life is sitting
on a blanket, in the grass. Her thoughts racing,
she tries to hide them. She goes to walk and it's
him she sees.  The suns out by this time and the
fog dissipates but dew remains.  Back to the
blanket they go. No word was spoken between
them as, he reaches for her hand.  Embracing
it happily, they lay on the blanket in the grass.  
Keeping each other warm on this cool damp
morning.  Happy times they were, and more
then holding hands occurred.  The only thought
on his mind, how lovely she was. He never
wants to let her go. Both are laying, discretely
sleeping.  When the unexplainable noises of
nature sound.  His eyes grow wide and looking
over to the right were she was, Now Gone.
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
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