dark and secret places.
she whispered,
"midnight."
forever remembering you:
tower up into the night like a young tree
flame
the other would be gone,
demolished
remembering you
stillness and the memory
would become too great
smiling through the bright film of tears.
his hands in both of hers
glorious a thing it is to love and be loved
dissolving
kissing.
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