Warm hands
and restful gazes,
long, wavy grass
tickling my neck.
A droplet meets
another surface
and fuses to form
one silken creature.
The cleansed air
succumbed to
the ceased rain,
compliant to its touch.
Slow breathing
as the winds
lull us to slumber
until tomorrow.













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