Serene

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Tranquil waters lap at my ankles, as I stir with my feet, while
Red and gold of eternally setting and rising suns paint
Universes of incomparable loveliness in my mind.

Your hand quests for mine, quietly warm, seeking.
I lean closer, twine my fingers in yours, thinking of
Many waters coming together as one.

On the surface, all calm, unchanging, eternal,
On the surface.

I lean against your shoulder,
Close my eyes.

If only love could talk, it would reach deep beneath,
It would rumble and roar, I am sure.
I lean against you.

I am
Simply content.

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