Laugh.
Here's what we have left after
love.
After the short days of snow, after that first
where everything was silent
a starless sky, and we only short
ability to stay there. Even in winter
sleep at the foot of salt, shells, everything is silent
as protected by the silence
because no noise disturbance
dreams. Simultaneous
as a look,
Love was coming.
Laughing,
almost in amazement that vision
protected by a lock of hair behind
our watch.
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