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THEY by c ward

In the shadows
of the morning
he and she did look
each upon the other
face to face
love to love
fingers tracing cheeks.

he whispered
aching for her alone
-there was none besides her
she was she

she traced her fingers
along the shadowed creases
of his jaw and chin
‘my beloved’
as into him

she melted.

eyes to eyes
finger tips to finger tips
each the other
each the other