Come,
sit beside me
on this dark step
and wait with me
for the moon to rise.
Listen with me
to the silver words
as the moon cushions
the blue darkness.
Our hands join.
Our shoulders touch.
The blood alive
beneath our skin.
The warm night air
flowing in and out
of our lungs.
Do we hear the same music?
Do we see the same living shapes
in the constellations?
I put aside this idle curiosity
and bask in the rhythm
of our simple, silent
heartbeat.
janetngold 
Janet, You are amazing. I felt like I was looking over your shoulder, spying on two souls in a private moment. After reading your poetry, I always feel like putting away my pen for good. This time I might need to go a step further and lock the desk drawer. —st
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I felt like I could see you both sitting together. Love this.
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