sitting at the end of a dock,
starlight and spider webs,
laying back against the pine boards,
talking,
with you.
Far off
an airplane crossed the sky,
I touched your back,
tenderness deep as the night.
You turned.
We touched.
I sat up.
We kissed.
Life
and love
can be
just like that
if we let it be,
you & me.
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