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Carol Raisfeld
USA
the foil
from a Hershey's kiss
shiny bright
shaped into a friendship ring
when we were both sixteen
affection
spoken only in words
is not for me
I need love's silent language
gestures my soul can hear
a city asleep
in the rain, rivulets
find their way…
eyes closed, I stroke
the curve of your back
drinking rum
by the fire, my reflection
in your eyes
delicate shadows
to tease the mind, slowly
make me a bird
and I shall sing for you
how I yearn
to be a slow gentle river
floating away your sorrows
tonight
inside winter's stillness
I am
in the grace of this world
a life force
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