hand in hand…
small kind gestures,
a knowing wink,
thoughts shared,
quiet laughter…
dreams that fall like stars
through felt-like layers
of darkness…
dont have to be nobody else,
no need to impress, or flaunt….
a glass of wine,
a fresh cup of coffee…
moment by moment,
alive and aware…
friends make the best lovers!
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