Do you remember the peace you
felt unborn floating inside the womb, that's how i feel when I hold your hands
with goofy eyes or even when we are alone doing different things together in
silence or walking and talking or if it’s just me and you the room doing
whatever (lol)... In Cloud land it’s called ...Soul connecting when I don't
know where my fingers start and your skin begins, when we slow kiss for so long
we don't know who is breathing out or in, in that moment i call that the “magic"
you don't know a lot accept this is my best friend and want to do this again
and again and again.. Anniversaries when
drive out to find our that quiet place
by the ocean star lights and dimmed car lights that special blanket and make
love to music that comes from the ocean.
In
the world of cloud we sit down to stand up to lies of the world and any other
opposition family friends all “the us” hatters,
just you and me alone a warm blanket in winter a fire . We let hands do
what lovers hands do connect... We invoke "the magic" and slow down
time sharing the kind of conversation that angels want to listen into, Magic
the kind of eye contact which you can only compare to when a baby opens their
eyes to see for the first time and reaches out to touch for the first time “magic”...
a place with no script but touch feels
like a poet writing that line and realizing he really is a real poet for the
very first time ... I wished upon a falling star for you ... and here you
are in my hands ... i smile when i think
that starz life wasn't in vain and maybe
you came back resurrected as my lover and friend
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