The closeness of two people is heavenly.
With her head on my chest, I can feel heaven move closer
A physical journey and ecstasy is its end
I find simple pleasures
the way her eyelashes
brush against my skin
in dream-like-sleep,
the way her breathing
is embryonic, connecting
with my up and down rhythm.
Hours before drifting to sleep
I lay thinking, this is what heaven should be.
Quiet interactions of lovers in unison
When she’s away, I make love to her essence
and when she is near, I make love to it still.
I need her the way history needs time to continue
I count on those moments when heaven is near.
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