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Weekends
Every weekend you and I spend together Is a magical suspension of day-to-day reality, A serene glow into which we wade, As though it were an ocean filled not with water So much as the soothing sense of tender wonderment That bathes our naked joie de vivre In openly spoken waves of flowing devotion, Romance unfolding like worlds into galaxies into cosmoses, Telescoping into a closeness of our fleshly "I"s Gently, selflessly stroking our "we"s, With affection that knows no shores, Only the open peripheries of intimacy's seas, Blown by the breezes of souls like you and me, Who appreciate nothing more Than the freedom we find in our kindred sensibilities, Weekend into weekend into weekend, Whenever we recreate, from not-enough-time reality, The serene glow of our loving oneness.
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