It seems a cliche -
two lovers walk along the beach
leaving a memory
in each perfect
footprint.
They speak not of tomorrow
but of today.

How to tell him?
She longs to capture each moment
like a rare bird
to halt its wild flight
between slick palms.

Dream of:
long lush conversations
lingering in a lonely room.
Each word a sweet, dark delight
rolling soft against the tongue.

Secrets breathed into
the quiet deep
bond
one man
one woman.

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