remembered density

of oneself in love
and it was
as in a dream
for there
one who knew not
about the touch
as me

when two are joined in this way
know light pleasure and are free
to look upon the simple wealth

this day we walk as true beings
in this harmony
it never is what you expect
in ways of trust
waves of lust
not to consume

to know
not to use

to grow

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