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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Beneath Skies

Under blue skies
she’s lost in his
blue eyes.

They worship each
other under the
warm sun.

Day turns to night
lust to love. Under
starry skies,

they became one.

Her fingers twirl his
rusty hair as his eyes
discover her soul.

Loneliness escapes them,
Passion invades them,
 they can finally let go.

Essence to essence,
heart to heart, magic
bloomed beneath skies.

Soul mates found never to part.

© 2008 Jennifer L. Brooks


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