unfurling opening
swaying with chance
laughing teasing
embracing the dance
let me hear your stories
tell them without worry
let words travel like train
traipsing country and city
without destination,
just passing through
sigh at sights
cherish the ride
come closer we draw nearer
face to face belly to belly
inhale me exhale you
inhale you exhale me
peel away your covers
bid farewell to fears
they are not real
never been real
take my hand
taste beat in my pulse
listen to moist in my palm
sniff my eyes caress my voice
relax, be free
stand tall, be proud
nothing wrong
with you and me.
when the kettle hums 
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