In Anticipation

We’ll sit thigh to thigh together

With our lips touching,

Searching, connecting.

Our eyes will gaze into the 

Deepest pools of the other.

We’ll feel each other’s

Feather breath gracing 

Our apple cheeks.

Ensconced in 

The dappled shade

Of the maple tree

We’ll occasionally see 

The gentle wings of angels 

Soaring overhead.

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