Free Verse # 44

In the touch of our fingertips worlds of memory collide,
Birthing in us a longing older than the stars.

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Head on pillow and the ether fills with dreams,
Each a burning star in the universe of your eyes, turning.

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Night, with hands of stars she squeezes at our heart,
squeezes a bitter sweet wine
that drips onto the nocturnal sky
where our dreams with burning feet swirl and write.

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