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Love's First TouchIn places loud and bent
I trace the edges of the shadows with fingers uncertain as my heart sighs why and cries. Stubbornly I linger upon the easy silhouettes of unlight that lie so sensually: There are no greater loves than we! These black holes, ever so hungry, find an echo in my wounded soul and would swallow me whole if not for soft memories of light... Images of love. Late, I turn away toward the sky and am blinded afresh... But even so I feel the warmth of the sun upon my face. And all is quiet. + By John Rieping |