My ode to you, my dear.

I feel as if I am floating on clouds, high above civilisation in my own little world. The way she carrasses me heals this weary heart, and when she speaks her soul spills over mine, like pen to page, like the dawn of a new day – of a new life. The rational mind does not live here, for the language we speak knows only words of the heart, the language of the soul. When we are together our being coalesces, we dance as one; glances, giggles, movements, touches and tastes… our secret dance keeping to the beat of our hearts. We sometimes step incorrectly, but no sooner do we readjust and we are back on track, dancing our way off into the sunset, just me and my best friend.

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