Poem: And in the morning

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And in the morning

And in the morning, we talk,
skin to skin,
intimate conversations,
tender, silly and raw,
the words mattering less
than where they touch.

About this poem

I talk more with the woman I love than I have with anyone in my life. Those who know me would be amazed at how much this introvert speaks. Saftey and trust are amazing things.

Tom

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