p.s. I loved you

By Brooke Author
Listening to the moment

Words in sighs__ and heartbeats

Music in the movement of bodies

The sounds of finger tips

Running over bare flesh

Speaking in low tones

Eyes locked 

Conversations like overtures

The sparks of synapses

Illuminating the world

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