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$That first morning Warming Sun lights my bed through thrown-back curtains, long fractal shadows of the dark green spruce trace the secret wisdom of the Aeons across your Summer skin...I have the urge to say what's been building up inside my heart, something big and deep and vast enough to sum up how you make me feel right now. I take a long, deep breath and realize: No need to shatter the perfection of this. I stop the words and savor this long, wise moment with you...$

That first morning

I lay naked on his narrow bed in the morning sun.
Shaggy Shadows
of the tall slender Spruce
move like
Secret Wisdom of the Aeons
across my skin
. . .

He is so quiet and thoughtful.

If only
he would say something.

I take a breath and feel the ebbing of the long golden moment of discovery...

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