he loved the sound her eyes
made when she smiled
the music of wind chimes in thunderstorms

he could smell the softness
of her hair.
pressed together,
it perfumed the distance
between them

dreamt the taste of her
when he woke
became lost, hoped
Desperate not to be found

twice she stumbled just a bit
and twice he caught her, laughing
intoxicated
warmed by a chill night air
they were alone
Perfectly still and in constant motion

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