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Solitude settles in- -
not settling
for leftover love.
A gardenia moon blooms
sparking across water- -
reflections bleed through
a dilute breath- -
vapors rising.
Vacant- -rowboat
sways gently- -plays soft music
against an empty shoreline,
a fine thumping
in tune with our hearts.
Cold- -
I’ve taken refuge
in your eyes,
snuggling in to you
for the dream time.
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.
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