You sleep downstairs the edge of the lake lapping small waves to the edge of your dream. It could be me, licking your heart, caressing the breast of your being. I watch those waters ripple. All the way from two stories up, I feel your hands softly holding my heart. This is how it has been for us. Today, it's a cool breeze. No eagle. No hawk. Our hearts sail over the water as if they'd known forever that this day would come. There is blue sky and there are white birds. And I hear the constant drumming of the one heart that loves me. Anthony Signorelli
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