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One Day
One day, he said,
I will softly touch
The skin on the back
Of your hand,
And follow where
Feelings lead me,
One day, she said,
I will ride you
Into the night until
We are wet and limp,
Exhausted with emotion,
One day, they said,
Not realizing that one
Day was already set
In perpetual motion,
The notion that wakes
You from deep in sleep,
With dreams you can
Never quite remember.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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