the scent of rain-soaked earthen blanket
a song of gray played by the soft tapping rain
a swelling, welling, burning sensation of
a pumped up heart filled with joy once again
the sleepy, delirious drift into dreamland
a touch so alive it awakened my soul
when I heard your laughter and tasted your breath
while we drank, two souls, from one plentiful cup
and we basked in one glorious, fruitful delight
warmed by one roaring fire through a cold, dark night
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