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Youth

January 21, 2014
By Anonymous

You don’t tell me that I’m beautiful
You don’t tell the flowers either
You say nothing of the sunrise
or its burning kisses on the water

You swim in them

Dive into me

Memories made in silence
No understanding
Just living

But, I read
Your fingers on my arm
Your lips on my hair
Slow breathing underscoring
My ear on your chest
Vibrating at your heart’s beating

Nothing else makes sense
About you and I

You quiet my questions
Evoke many more
Perhaps you are wise
And I’m a fool

Take this moment of bliss
No understanding
Just living

Until love do us part



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