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Poetry Beckon for me, and I will come,
At the slightest gesture,
To fall into your arms,
And dream of perpetuity.
Life, dealing me my share of unrest,
Has finally blessed me,
For in your arms,
I am released from instability.
Security has found me,
Tightly in your arms,
Your fingers running through my hair,
Our dreams shine as stars.
When the lights go out,
You slip your arms around me,
And we sink, time and again,
Into sleep and water: first feet, then body.
