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Secrets
of the Night
We
held each close all throughout the night
Intermittently
you would roll to your side
I
would roll to mine
A
magnet of desire sleeps in that empty space
Through
the passing of hours
Slow
ticking seconds in the night’s life
We
find our way back to the center of our existence
We
will wake with our bodies entwined
Not
knowing how we got there
Ending
up where we should always be.
Jean-Pierre,
Dean
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