the cotton new sheets,
blue
as a robin's egg
are soft
and welcoming as I lie
upon them.
small comforts in this world
are necessary.
coffee
and music.
a new book you can't
wait to read.
the quiet of birds.
watching
the stream flow beyond
the fence, the bending
of trees.
a simple kiss,
a hand in hand.
two bodies
curled in the bliss
of love.
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