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"There we lay,
Hand in hand.
You asleep,
Slightly snoring as you do.
Me, frustrated.
Fidgeting, pushing your body,
Moving your skin to sit around mine.
So. I listen to your chest
Your heart.
Your breath.
Watch our hands.
They lay there still on the beach,
No need to move.
They already fit in each others folds,
With Each line
The hard bits kiss the soft.
They grip.
Never to let go,
Separate, they may & they will,
But never let go."