Walking along the water
I am your warm scarf
When you are in need,
I am your man. I am oak
place your back to me
From you, I only
steal glances by the millions
return them often
Dream my hand in yours
warm, firm, and we are ready
the whole world is ours
Place your hand on me
Feel my solid heart, beating
Leaping to meet you
I hold you close, with
my whole heart, both hands, fingers
crossed, and arms open
Kiss me like a kite
caught on a tree in a storm
free me, welcome me.
For you are my moon
the moon that makes the sun shine
and the oceans burn
Let our branches grow,
and brush, and touch, and tangle,
until our storm. . . comes
Night slips by our bed,
tangled, we blissfully dream. . .
magic, in our skin.
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