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By Liz Date: 2002 Sep 29 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.29.07.20.21308]] |
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This September morning is shining and full of promise a gift wrapped in layers of quilts, the room is cool, bright and new as are you, your head on my pillow for the first time, your arm slung low and protective across my waist as we sleep the sleep of dreamers, content, comfortable yet easily aroused at a morning kiss. You look even better to me in this place that is mine, this time that is new in my life, and this morning that is a first for us when you whisper I love you and you don't care who knows now I know that we are standing at the foot of a long, climbing road, and I am happy to begin. |