July 16, 2009
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As I lay within
the space
of your arms
my fingertips wander,
upon your resting face.

They scan
across your brow,
golden brown
and as soft as
a mother's gentle kiss.

The hair relaxing,
each strand
a part of you
in which
I never wish
to part with.

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