Carol Raisfeld

USA

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the foil 
from a Hershey's kiss 
shiny bright 
shaped into a friendship ring
when we were both sixteen

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affection  
spoken only in words
is not for me
I need love's silent language
gestures my soul can hear

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a city asleep 
in the rain, rivulets
find their way…
eyes closed, I stroke
the curve of your back

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drinking rum 
by the fire, my reflection
in your eyes 
delicate shadows 
to tease the mind, slowly

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make me a bird
and I shall sing for you
how I yearn  
to be a slow gentle river
floating away your sorrows 

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tonight 
inside winter's stillness 
I am 
in the grace of this world  
a life force

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