By it dosent matter
Date: 28 November 2000
then dont read too
stars breathing across the night
full, flickering, bright
walking slow amid the pines
playing fingertag, your hand with mine
chasing, grasping, struggle free
to chase on back, hide and grasp
caressing each finger so ensued
gently each, one by one
minutes turned to hours
as we talked and laughed
our fingers, children
never tiring, they played
till sleep over came them
resting palm on palm
then as two rift apart
they slowly waved
to say goodnight
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