A hesitant glance told me she was ready.
The glow of the fields sat under her breasts,
and the moon clung in her hair like a warm friend.
She was love that night.
I took her into me with no resistance.
Swam in her eyes while she read my soul with her fingertips.
Goose flesh braille exposed my every expectation.
And the swelling that exploded in my chest,
showed me a pause
a moment not of clarity but of experience.
I knew nothing
wanted nothing
I was satisfied
complete
full
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