Hands caress
forms coincide
two sacred images
savor the essence
sudden discernment
extended and still
tranquil moment
no words aloud
soul windows open
encircled limbs crave
all consuming comfort
transpired revelation
pure peace is unveiled
and hope is granted
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Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on November 14, 2002
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Scary isn't it