Jan 2011
There will be a time
when we are warmed
by a banked fire,
when sitting close
is the passion of the hour,
when silence said
is our lover's sonnet,
in bed, holding each
nothing more is wanted.
when we are warmed
by a banked fire,
when sitting close
is the passion of the hour,
when silence said
is our lover's sonnet,
in bed, holding each
nothing more is wanted.
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