gently touching, softest caress
like a whisper, or
a delicate spring breeze
passing across you, on
a warm sunlit day
my hands drift across the surface
of my love, more
than just a touch
emotion crossing tactile barriers
leaving nothing unshared

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SNOWFLAKES!

Snowflakes
	flitting
		floating
			fleeting
		falling
freely
through the sky

			Snowflakes
		winding
	whirling
		winging
wildly
			around the clouds

Snowflakes
			drifting
	dropping
		delicately
to the ground

			SNOWFLAKES!

January ‘96

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