When love touches me.
A butterfly tickles my finger.
A creek whispers my name.
A trout winks under a crystal curtain.
Love fills my cave and I lay drowning.
My last sorrows gasping for air.
My old self becomes an empty cicada.
As my fingers make camp in the valley of your spine.
Gone are all the hungry coyotes.
This fire crackles for you and me.
Sparks blast off into the milky way.
Love, please don't let me go.
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