Feels like a dream

We touch. Your warm breath soft
against my skin. I
must be silent; don’t you see?
Must listen
to the language of your hands,
as you now come to me,
sweet familiar stranger;
across the years, and time, and life,
and we find ourselves
at last together. Home.
No other eyes could move me
as yours do and
leave me
without words, without my voice.
Sweet Familiar Stranger
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Conni Walkup Hull
Marcus aka Gregory Maidman
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Jan 27, 2024
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Feels like a dream
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Written by Marcus aka Gregory Maidman3.2K Followers
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Living 17,043rd human life. I am Marcus (universal name) or you may call me Greg; a deep thinker; an explorer of ideas and the mind.
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