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The midnight wind pulled

on my sleeve

and just like that you fell

into my lap again

And there you were in front of me

laughing over tequila
cracking the laughter out of my

winter doldrums
with your smoky blue-eyed expressions

But margarita moments never seem to keep

in sync with clocks
and by the time we blinked

between the kisses

the sky was cold and cracked

with light

And there we were again, smiling between

the sheets

as a cold December morning panted at

the frosted window

turning our laboured breath to hoarfrost

Full of laughter and boisterous like

happy children

that suddenly surprise themselves

But the big surprise wasn't the

bubble bath

but that here we were, between the sheets

actually talking again

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