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As "Sweet Emotion" plays on the radio,
my hand has your back all to itself,
wandering your land
(a lone nomad on this ground).
And even though you're asleep,
i can still feel your love,
emanating from your hand,
which is thrown around my thigh.
It seems to hum to me in a
universal language that communicates
emotions words cannot.

Sometimes it feels as though
our two souls are thrust
up into the heavens,
swimming in some warm, calming water;
both of us barely wading
in neck-high euphoria
to keep from melting into each other;

Other times, we're simply laying,
side by side, together,
enjoying each other's warmth,
and thanking the Powers That Be
that we even have this opportunity
at such closeness.

For a moment, you awake -
i can tell because you
gripped my hand even tighter -
and you weakly smile at me.
I carelessly think-
it's amazing how one slight
facial expression can
define a moment so well.