A touch isn't just a touch. {poem}

A touch isn't just a touch. {poem}

We bloom for ourselves

And for each other

Ruby red hibiscus flowers in the sweet heat of summer

The sky rains petals and drips a sunset of magenta creamsicle passion. 

In moments like this, the world does not exist

All the frantic doing and spinning wheels of busy fade away

There is only the music we make together...

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