Your soul sighs through the crevice
of an embrace. A breath freed,
a celebration.

Your tear seeps into the sorrows
of another. A wound bared,
a mending.

Your eyes fall deep into
another’s gaze. An expanse,
an awakening —

Your hands reach
to touch. A presence,
a home.

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