when
entering bed, alone.
the cool sheets, the windows
open
to a breeze
to a moon full of wonder,
i laugh
to myself.
true love
is this.
quiet with arms
draped lightly
around
me.
my arms.
there is no absence
of anyone, just the fullness
and joy
of being whole,
being one.
being free.
entering bed, alone.
the cool sheets, the windows
open
to a breeze
to a moon full of wonder,
i laugh
to myself.
true love
is this.
quiet with arms
draped lightly
around
me.
my arms.
there is no absence
of anyone, just the fullness
and joy
of being whole,
being one.
being free.
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