Lovemaking, Lovebreaking
Lightning split my twilight sky
The first time you pressed into me
Hungry, grateful, rapt
My joy flowed onto your thighs
And our souls celebrated
Finding each other at last
Nineteen years, we shared our skies
Painted hints of clouds like
afterthoughts
On a backdrop the color of his eyes
Poured our souls into the same bowl
Thoroughly mixed the joys and sorrows
As if the blend would last forever
~~GHC
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