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12/27/10
Christmas Eve by the Pacific
Back here, in Laguna Beach, This Christmas Eve Friday is fast slipping into enchanting memory, As swiftly as it skipped into our lives' excitement,
Leaving, in its snowless, springlike persistence of afterimages, The two of us holding one another, in naked embrace, On our resort's balcony, nine stories above the ocean,
Where, for more moments than there are stars in this divine sky, We stand, gathering the waves as they break shoreward, Slowing them to the rhythms of our arteries and veins.
Soon, we'll flow into sleep, Within the safe, silent, sanctuarial ark of our shared souls' dreams, Certain that when we awaken, into tomorrow's glory,
The generations of these same waves we've taken into our hearts Will have transported us to a faraway manger, Where, side by side, we'll lie in Christmas's holy star-glow.
12/27/10
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