An Embrace

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The true language of love needs no words; romance finds its subtlety and an embrace finds its innocence.

There are many ways to find
true love. This is just
one of them.

Palms on shoulder blades, holding
on tightly, like oyster ribs;
your chin snugly nestled into the hollow
of my chest, like a gosling
come home. I can hear your heartbeat
and smell the fragrance of your
freshly washed hair.

Somewhere, night falls.

But we have no need
for words – subtlety has
its own tongue,
and we have learnt
its language.

As mischievous as romance may be –
an embrace must always
find innocence


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