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Our Sacred Space
We hold each other warmly, closely, between the sheets, This church-bell-knelling Sunday morning in Lake Nebagamon, Linger, for lifespans, in sweet affection's caress, At peace with ourselves and the world beyond this village, Telling each other how much in love we are, How blessed is our togetherness, Which fills us with unceasing deep desire And wondrous belief that we'll outlive the rest of our destinies, Never surrender to aging's relentless persuasions.
We shower, dress, pull tight the cabin's kitchen door, behind us, And walk the three minutes, through empty streets, To Rose's Lakeview Café, for a homestyle-breakfast buffet Of poached eggs, toast, fruit, pancakes and maple syrup — Savory, sweet tastes that remind us of our recent lovemaking. "Linda, I'm so happy you've enjoyed staying at the cabin, with me." "Thank you for letting me share this wondrous place. I was afraid, at first, I might be violating your sacred space." "Now, you and I, the loons, lake, and pines, belong to each other."
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