Our Picnic Love Talks

Our picnic love talks
Forcing the chill anywhere else
But where We are
Sharing an equal possession
Of the other
Never have I felt
More clean
More wanted
Or more beautiful
Than when You interrupt
My sleep with Your presence
I welcome You

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