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Tides
she is caught in the
storm of her own mind
she sees the world
the beauty of another
summer
heat of the sun
her skin golden
which he longs to touch
he rests his head in her lap
to rest, feel safe
loved
with eyes closed
she gently touches
his chest
heart beats rhythmic dance
beneath skin
she runs her hand
through his hair
he is real
his weight apparent
breath warm, sweet
she stares at him
time passes
he must feel her gaze
yet, he rests through it
long enough for her to
squelch the fear
that this is only a
dream
storm of her own mind
she sees the world
the beauty of another
summer
heat of the sun
her skin golden
which he longs to touch
he rests his head in her lap
to rest, feel safe
loved
with eyes closed
she gently touches
his chest
heart beats rhythmic dance
beneath skin
she runs her hand
through his hair
he is real
his weight apparent
breath warm, sweet
she stares at him
time passes
he must feel her gaze
yet, he rests through it
long enough for her to
squelch the fear
that this is only a
dream
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