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Sam Yau

A circle of aspen trees

outstretch their branches for us

to lie beneath their canopy

the leaves rustle in the gentle breeze

shimmer in the morning sun

Above the foliage, clouds swirl-waltz

against the satiny blue sky, celebrating

the melding of two kindred spirits

Song thrushes fly-dance above us, chirping

There is a place for us, us alone

You lay your hand on mine

while we lie on the green grass

a fireball stoked by our hearts

twirls between our palms

we are floating up, up and away

The fire you ignited in my soul

is burning bright

spreading out of control

I am infused with you.

I am drunk in our co-vibrations

Your hand has never left

maybe it never will


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