November 29, 2016Poem
It is in the eyes,
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It is in the eyes,
The spark
A brightness
Vital, hopeful,
It is love.
It is in the fingers,
Tightly clasped
Small fragile
Hands,
A perfect fit,
So much said
With a squeeze.
It is love.
It is in the kiss,
Soft
Gentle
Sweetly tender,
Achingly sensual,
Transported
To another place,
A different time,
The greatest escape.
It is love.