We get the days
We’re allowed
All of these
And none
Are guaranteed
The earth gives up the rain
And
Doesn’t claim it
Possess it
It always returns
Like the dew in the morning
The tide
There with the moon …
I don’t want to possess you
You are not poetry
But even so…
—-
Is there a word...
to express
slow heat
simmering
your eyes
your lips
until we touch again
I can still feel your kiss …
Regarding Samuel 
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