HIM
Still cold air
The foxes stare from dark green recesses
As we walk across wet grass together
Our breath thick as smoke
From cigars held by the night's ambassadors.

We are alone
At last, free from the crowd
That pressed and yawned
As we made our escape
To a place of solitude
where we can hold each others hands
And feel the soft embrace of warm skin
The longing of passionate hearts,
The gentleness of loving lips.
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ME
Fog, i open the window wide open
White, the colour of my robe
vanilla, aroma coming through the door
you, silently sleeping uncovered.