By Joshua Knight

A warm hand in mine
So soft so naive so true
A seasoned dry white wine
Mirth over my tongue
An illusion of exotic fruit
Exploding in my soul
The color evidently blue

Love moves in
(it's you)
Bow and stern slipping gracefully
Over my cool waters
Pervading and invading
Yet welcome here

Thirsting for one more
Drink of a caress
Of thunder unpredictable
A symptom of passion
Yet to be known.

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