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The orchard breathes life
Into a starry spring night
I hold your hand
Feeling you, feeling me
Enmeshed in the damp
where I lie with you
amongst the hardened roots
pressing against your body
Watching the moon dance in branches
Feeling your hands warm my skin
Anticipation forming like drops of dew
When it becomes that moment 
that grasping pause
and you gasp for that release
when there is nothing but us
Animalistic urges played out
Upon an ancient earth
I become a part of you
As your hands dig into flesh
Making you a part of me
I hold your hand
where I lie with you
watching the moon dance in branches
when it becomes that moment
as there is nothing but us
nothing but us

I composed this poem with Hasty at http://hastywords.wordpress.com Thanks Hasty!

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